Exhausting. I flew home for two and half days for christmas. I basically made it home for the second half of the eve, the day, and the day after. it was good but exhausting. I find that going home to my parents is always exhausting and I lack the strength to live the rest of my life when I get back to the city. weird how that works. I live in New York City and nothing takes it out of me like Shelby, OH.

On the bright side, the girl that sat next to me on the flight to Ohio happened to be catching the same flight back to New York. we found this out when we ran into each in the Columbus airport on our way to the gate. Why is this bright? Because it was a funny quirky little coincidence. Now if only I had been attracted to her it would have been fate. That’s how it works right?