Day 1

It took around five hours to drive here from Fullerton, CA.  I could barely see the anything through my clouded contact lenses, which almost made it bearable.  But getting off the highway and going through the dead residential streets I started running out of breath and even now, it's hard to find pockets of air in this house.  I didn't start crying until I got to my dad's garage.  I actually almost turned around and drove back.

I don't want to live here.  There's no life here.  The golf course next to my dad's house would wither in a day without the constant irrigation.  It's too far from the beach, too far from my friends, too far from my mom, too far from what I know, too far from Los Angeles, too far from who I am, too far.

Maybe I'm just being overdramatic.  I'll give it a day.