Homesick

hmmm, so it was all going well... it still is... but... I guess it was too good to be true that I got comfortable so quickly in my adventureland. It's amazing making all these new friends, collaborating with all these great upcoming musicians and artists, and it's the chance of a lifetime to be living and performing right in the center of Hollywood. But in the middle of all that, it's hard not to feel a pang for the things I don't have for the first time living away from home.

Fall and Winter are my seasons. They fuel my inspiration to the max. And this is the first time I'm having spring/summer year round. WEIRD. I didn't even have a pumpkin spice latte over the holiday season. It in no way would have lived up to the Rockefeller-Christmas-tree-taste or the life-love-talks-with-Dora-taste. Even so, the holidays weren't so bad because I got to go home and recharge for a short 2 weeks. It's those daily routine rituals around my town that I'm starting to miss like crazy now.

I miss my favorite Barnes and Noble on route 17 S... best lighting. I could get lost sipping on Starbucks indian style in between the stacks, free writing away in my moleskin.

I miss parking in the Riverside mall facing route 4, and staring off in my car as I write the next verse to a new track.

I miss drawing on my bedroom walls.

I miss only having to walk 5 steps to Dunkin Donuts outside my mom's apartment to get a late night hot chocolate.

I miss taking those late night trips with my mom and always getting pissed at her for stopping in the minimart to get her scratch tickets.

I miss Ophelia always following me into the kitchen and staring me down as I nibble on leftovers in the fridge.

I miss always being able to go to yaiya's (grandma's) for lunch when I have no money.

I miss shopping with Yaiya and watching her work her Washington Heights bargaining street smarts on the cashier in Kmart.

I miss going on a drive and putting my left foot up on the seat as I steer aimlessly just to listen to Damien Rice or Justin Nozuka, or Radiohead, or Deathcab...perfect relaxation.

I miss going out with CD and taking shots in the front seat as we go through the Lincoln Tunnel blasting my latest song.

I miss CD.

I miss going to the movies with my dad. Best father/daughter date.

I miss sitting with my dad for at least half an hour, mostly in silence. We both feel everything that's bothering us, and it's as if that time in the bonding silence is our way of attempting to work it all out.

I miss "I Can't Believe It's Yogurt".

I miss physical training with Alberto and getting the best art/boy advice at the same time.

I miss my second mother from India and her crazy daughter who is the only one capable of making me smoke a cigarette when we're drunk. (I did it once here with strangers in honor of my nostalgia)

I miss taking the NJ Transit bus into the city.

I miss GSP.

I miss going all the way to GSP just for Jamba Juice.

I miss the Duck Pond. That place never fails me.

I miss my adventures at the Duck Pond with Lil' Dude (aka...C.Fly)

I miss the bitch-outs with my sister for commanding me to move my dirty toy car so she can park her shiny white G5 BMW on the side away from the sprinklers, and then 5 minutes later knocking on her door to borrow a clutch.

I miss talking to the tree outside my bedroom window at my dad's. That tree is so ancient looking, and yet hasn't changed one bit since the time we met in 7th grade.

What I miss most of all, are my trips to Blockbuster where I would spend an hour walking around the new release wall and mossy on over to the register with no less than 5 movies. I netflix now, and it just isn't the same.

I guess, after the 1st 6 months of being away, it's only normal to start to miss your old ways. Tonight, I just feel it the most.

Studio tomorrow will settle it for sure!

Home, I love you and I'll see you again soon ;)

Alexander Harris

Freshman year of high school, a very good friend of mine bought me the greatest DVD set of all time. The first season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yes, since then I've collected every season after that and have watched every episode maybe 20 times each. Mind you that's 7 seasons of 24 episodes. Yes, I was obsessed and still am. Hence, you can imagine the frenzy I was in when I spotted one of the main characters walking right out of the Highland mall last night on the Blvd. Nicholas Brendan...aka XANDER! My heart was beating like a death metal double kick drum and the first thing I said to him was,"Can I hug you?"


Best moment of the month! ha
I'm such a happy little girl :)