It took just a couple of days in California to remember exactly why I left, and I wonder if I can really move back after just two years in New York, as originally planned.

I once again found California to be extremely quiet and boring, and people didn't seem interested in going out and having fun. On the flip side, I got several emails from Gary and others in NY about going to restaurants and bars, a cool Bollywood event next week, and major July 4 plans.

In New York my life is fun and stress free. I work, and then I'm free to do anything else I want to do. And there are people who want to join me (or want me to join them). My life in California seems to be full of trouble. It was a stressful and often depressing week.

Upon arriving in New York at midnight on July 3, I called up my nyc peeps, and of course they were out partying. At 1 am I got a shwarma at my favorite falafel place, and then met up with Gary and Leslie for dessert.

Stepping into my apartment I felt more "at home" than I've felt since I lived with my parents in Torrance.

I love nyc.