Missing it.

I have to admit that Washington will always be my home and that i'll never feel at home unless im there. I love the family im staying with now, they're super nice, but I can't help feel that I left Washington and wasn't ready. I have doubts. I miss my friends, my congregation, the food (weirdly enough) the music, ohhh gawd the music. I miss the seasons, the trees, the cold cold nights, and all those white people. That's right, white people. Im sick of the locals here, immature territorial attitude is enough to rip your hair out and shave your eyes..? My friends here are fun to hang out with but I feel like im trying hard to relate with them when it comes to my personal interests. If I find something interesting to me I either tell my room mate Joel or my friends back in Washington. Maybe I just need to widen out. Bleeeh I hate being in a funk. I miss Washington.