bubble talk

I recently moved back in with my parents. Truth be told, that sentence was painful to write even after having been here for close to five months. I find it funny that while living in Orange County, more specifically the city of Orange, I thought I wanted to be elsewhere. it turns out all I want is to be back there. Not for the people necessarily, (although they're great) but I like the atmosphere.

Quick recap goes like this: grew up in Oceanside- moved to Orange for college- into the dorms I go, Hello Henley!- I hate my roommates, but not as much as they hate me... Move to my Aunt Molly's condo in Orange- found new roomies, back to the dorms- decided Chapman wasn't for me, left and moved back in with Molly- Move in with Boy and Gramma in Tustin- Boy and I break up, move in with BFF Alexis in Orange-BFF and I break up, move back in with Boy and Gramma- Gramma sells house, move into an apt with strangers in Huntington Beach- move back home to Oceanside to pay off student loans while I still can. That's pretty quick considering all the mumbo jumbo that went on during each one of those stays at each one of those places. Safe to say, I'm an EXPERT mover.

So here I am in Oceanside and it's not too bad. My mommy makes me yummy veggie meals I can eat. My daddy fixes my car when it needs fixin'. My brother wants me to go to bars with him constantly. Things here are great. But The Bubble is staring at me from the other side of Camp Pendleton. Just staring. It knows It doesn't have to say a word. Just the look on It's metaphorical face says "Emily what the hell are you doing over there?" and while I keep asking myself the very same question, I thought I'd start blogging to keep my head clear. I need more room in there for memorizing phone numbers I see on 'For Rent' signs anyway.