Home

Home is a strange concept for me.

For the first two years at Berkeley, I never called my dorm “home.”  I would always say that I was going back to my dorm.   Home was my house in Cupertino, where I lived since August 2002.  Home was my room with the light yellow walls and queen-sized bed.  Home was my parents making me lunch and dinner.  Home was the green bathroom that I fought with Eric over.

As I was coming back to Berkeley this weekend, I had the strangest feeling that I was going home.  I think it’s because I put so much effort into this place.  The sheer amount of time that we all spent looking at apartment listings.  The frustration we had to go through when dealing with crappy management.  The annoying phone calls to PG&E and Comcast to get everything set up.  Getting down on my hands and knees to clean this place from top to bottom when I first got the keys.  Moving in on one of the hottest days of the summer.  I guess I just have more of a connection to this place than I ever had in the dorms.

Maybe it’s time for me to revise my concept of home.  It’s probably just me being me again and having a hard time letting go.  I love my house in Cupertino, but I never spend that much time there anymore.  My room has sort of become storage space for random boxes, and my mother has taken over much of my closet.  Almost every time I go home, something has changed.  New appliances, new furniture, different room arrangements, whatever.

I just realized that I’m sitting here in the kitchen of my apartment, using the dining table that has been with my family my whole life.  It’s kind of nice to have that reminder of my childhood here in my college world.

Germs suck

And allergies do too!

Soooooo.  I first got sick two weeks ago and ever since then I’ve been coughing and I haven’t been entirely well.  My voice is mostly back, but this cough really needs to go!  Also, it really really sucks not being able to sing.  I sing a lot.  A lot a lot a lot!  I feel like I’ve lost a part of my identity!  Angry!

Haha I love exclamation marks.

I also think I’m starting to get allergies after being in Cupertino a few days.  Way to put a damper on being home.

I want my voice back!  I want to sing and be silly and annoy my brother and not be coughing.

On another note, kids grow up way too quickly.

Television junkie

Okay, so within about one and a half semesters, I’ve managed to watch every single episode of all seven seasons of Gilmore Girls.  This is probably my favorite tv show because it makes me laugh and cry and is just a lot of fun to watch.  And I’m really sad that I’m done with all the episodes!

Anyway, finishing this show has also made me realize that I kind of have an addictive personality, which may or may not be a good thing.  It probably isn’t.  Oh well, I will continue the battle with my vices.  In the meantime, I’ll probably find some other television show to become addicted to.  Maybe I’ll finally start watching Lost.  Hehe.

I am so excited to go home tomorrow that I can barely even sit still.  I feel all happy and bubbly and overloaded on sugar all the time!  Ahhh I love Cupertino.

It’s always sunny in Cupertino

Just kidding, that’s a complete lie.  But it’s sunny right now and I am in love with how bright my room is!  I think my room is the best one in the house.

So yesterday afternoon, my brother drove down to Berkeley on the way to picking my parents up at the San Francisco airport.  We walked around campus and made a stop at Starbucks before going to the airport.  It’s kind of fun to talk to him now because we’re both in college and I feel less like the dorky, crazy little sister.  Oh crap he reads my blog.  Hi Eric!  Anyway, we headed to the airport to pick up my parents and totally surprised them because they didn’t know I was coming.  Hehe we’re so sneaky.  It kind of sucked because they had a shitload of luggage and I had a duffel bag and my hamper.  But hey, one little Camry can fit a lot of stuff!  We made a stop at In-N-Out on the way home and I was a happy camper.  And a fatty, but whatever.

I’m glad to be home for a weekend even though I’m basically just doing laundry, eating, and reading.  When I’m home I can always count on a few things: food, free laundry, clean bathrooms, and relative peace and quiet.  No crappy cafeteria food, no paying for laundry, no public bathrooms, no crazy people at 3AM.

See, it’s the little comforts I miss.