Going Home Is A Dangerous Thing

The train ride to the bay commenced my spring break, and I had an Emersonian-like epiphany that I would live off my notebook and pictures, devoid of internet access and what not. That lasted for about 2 hours. Oh well. Here's a glimpse into my spring break:

[I hate to admit it, but I needed to get away from Davis. It just reminded me of how burnt out I was...]

[My roommate has fond memories of LA and everything that it means to her, and I finally realize that her LA is my Silicon Valley. A little weird yes, but I love this view from the train--a myriad of companies mixed with everyday life]

[::giggle:: It's a college thing.]

[Exploring the streets of an unfamiliar city]

[SUSHI! Duh, someone has to feed me!!]

[On the way to Morro Bay]

[Gorgeous shot of Morro Rock]

Going back is so difficult. I'm often hesitant to go back because I need to prepare myself mentally and physically. Breaks/weekends back are only good because they are so jam-packed with good things. Only the good things. It's so good that one might forget how it really used to be, and then wonder, as they are back to their respective school, "Why am I here?" ::sigh:: iunno...

Alas, I'm back, ready to bend this bitch over.