Going home the last 2 weekends have been really nice. Although, I wish I went home for other reasons besides to pay 1400 freaking dollars to get my stupid car fixed. Never again will I get a BMW. Stupid impulse buy. Why did I buy it?! Things are much more obvious in hindsight.
I've progressively gone home less and less but whenever I do, its always a pleasure. I admit, some of my friendships have not been able to withstand the hour and a half distance but the ones that are important to me have stayed strong. We may not talk as much but whenever we do, we just pick up right where we left off. The relationships I have here are different than the ones back home. With the ones back home, we have that rapport that only comes with years of knowing each other and that could never be replaced. I thoroughly enjoy spending time with you all even if its just catching up at in n out with cleverly concealed coronas, watching the office together, or hanging out with fremont fords best receptionist. The calls/texts may be fewer and far between but know that you guys are always on my mind.
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