Home again.

I'm already back, but I think most of you know. My friend Yan pointed out to me today at lunch that it seems that I'm still in Colombia because I haven't posted anything about coming home. So yeah, I am back in Cerritos now, sitting here typing in sweltering heat. My house is always 5 degrees hotter inside than it is outside.

Not much culture shock coming back to L.A., but god, I will never be able to get used to the traffic in this city. I say this every time I leave for a little bit and then return, but seriously, there are more people in L.A. now than six months ago. There is traffic 24 hours a day. I am done. No more L.A. for me. Even taking the place in short spurts I am not sure I can stay sane.

So I think I won't be writing in this blog for a little bit, because even though stuff happens to me daily, it just won't be the same writing about my life here. I think I am a much more interesting person when I travel. Kind of a strange thing, but traveling lets you be someone else. I just haven't figured out how to make this other personality of mine stick. The stressed-out, materialistic personality always wins over eventually. Yay for California. Yay for the American work ethic.