I go back to San Francisco today, a.k.a. real life. I always feel this way when I have to leave. Not dread, but it's the end of this almost month long vacation. Back to paying rent and bills, back to the bus, back to providing food for myself. As shitty as I'm making it sound, I prefer to go back. Maybe for those exact reasons, I don't know. I love coming home but I've never considered staying. I don't know what it is.

Come visit me Hawaii dudes. No one ever has before.