It's still early, but it's been that way for quite some time now.

Home is where the heart is. Or is it home is where you make it? Regardless, it's something; almost the one thing, I've been looking for for quite some time now. As I said earlier, and have said who knows how many times, I never felt at home in Flagstaff. I definitely had groups of friends I felt comfortable hanging out with towards the end, and there were/ are a handfull of people who mean a lot to me, but as far as really feeling home with anyone up there, that isn't the case at all. Not yet at least.
I said a few nights ago on this that I was expecting to get back to Phoenix and have that WELCOME BACK feeling everwhere I went, with everyone and I saw. And it was everywhere I went, with everyone I saw except the one person I wanted to feel it from the most.
This might just be a trait of mine that won't ever change, one of the few, but I don't think anyone will ever be as excited for me as I am for them; and no homo, this guy is no exception.

Another eight months and you'll come back around again.

On my own again.

Okay, so not really on my own, it's really early into the summer, and I'm sure I'm making a skyscraper out of a Lego set, but after an extremely long year and even lonlier second semester with no one to call a best friend up in Flagstaff, I was sure looking forward to spending some serious quality time with that guy that I do call my best friend. Period. And granted we did hang out tonight, and I had a blast with everone, I was honestly a little bummed when I found out I wasn't the first person he called to hang out for tonight. Immature? Yes. Caddy? Yes. Anything else annoying and selfish? Probably. But I'm okay with that, and am going to hit the "PUBLISH POST" button anyways. For some reason this has always been an issue for me. The second best or Plan B mentality, and I don't know why that is. And it isn't like it's for any real reason, or any specific people or person.

Sorry guys, just keeping it real.