“you can always come back and visit,” people have told me. ya, but it’s not the same as having a home in the city that you can come home to.
Visiting, whether staying in a hotel or at a friends, seems weird. Time is limited. No more waking up late, goofing around til midday, grabbing food at the diner down the street, shopping at the grocery store, coming home and watching tv. You just don’t do this kind of crap when you visit. Visits are packed with dinners out, and cramming in as many friends and brunches as humanly possible.
i think that’s what ill miss most. The posibility that at any given weekend, you could just do nothing, and bc it was here, it would be amazing. I’m sure I’ll get used to i tthough. One of my favorite things in life, after all, is watching tv in a hotel room.
Just different is all, still coming to grips with it.