Staying Home

While I was packing to go back down to San Diego this weekend I was chatting with my roommate. She asked me if I'd be around much in October. I told her that I have to go to San Diego twice next month (because I dropped the ball and picked my schedule late, so I couldn't get it all crammed into one weekend), but other than that I should be around. She said something to me about how it seems like I've been coming and going somewhere all summer. Her remark took me by surprise. I feel like I haven't gone anywhere of consequence this year. In fact, I was feeling a little bit bad that I never got my "big" vacation in for '08, and it's looking more and more like it's not going to happen. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized that it might seem like that to other people, despite the fact that I didn't ever manage to make it outside of the country.

I dated someone a few years back who mentioned to me that it was hard dating someone who couldn't stay put, and for a few months afterwards I made a very concerted effort to stay in town and spend time with him (although I probably shouldn't have bothered since it obviously didn't work out), but I am beginning to suspect I have fallen back into the habit. Perhaps it was my imagination flattering me, but I sensed a "you're going to be gone again this weekend..." kind of tone to the conversation. I had actually been thinking of some short little roadtrips I could take on one of these free weekends in October. Perhaps it's time to reaquaint myself with all that Huntington Beach has to offer. I just wish that sounded more exciting. It should, because there really is an endless number of things to do, but for some reason leaving always sounds more interesting. For now I'm off to meet up with the cousins at Disneyland. :)