Confession: I am enjoying being 3,000 miles away from everyone I love.

Yeah, yeah, before ya'll get asshurt, allow me to clarify.

Distance makes the heart grow soooo fond. I've already visited home twice during my 6 month NY residency. I already have plans to come back to visit in another 3 months. I admit, I rarely get homesick, and I try to hold out on coming home for as long as I can, but home is where the heart is and my heart has a permanent fixture in the Bay.

So why the hell do I enjoy being on the opposite coast so much?

I have experienced amazing love, support and attention by being extremely physically distant.

There is nothing like coming home to a group of people who have missed you as much as you've missed them. There is nothing like having your calendar filled up because your presence is requested as soon as you announce you're coming home. It warms me down to my bones to know that people clear their schedules and drive inconvenient miles to see me.

I FEEL SPECIAL AS FUCK. ALL CAPS. EXTRA EMPHASIS. REAL TALK. 100.

Hahaha, as crude and full of myself as that sounds it is the absolute truth.

I love living in NY, but don't ever think it can compete with home. Cause when I'm visiting the Bay and the clock is ticking down for me to return and I get a stupid email reminding me to check into my flight—my anxiety hits extra hard.

Reality is, deep down in my heart… I wouldn't mind if I missed my flight and never left again.