so, i'm back in tahoe for the thanksgiving break, and as much as i miss home when i am away, i genuinely have no desire to move back here. don't misunderstand me, i love the place i grew up. i think it is one of the most beautiful places on the planet and i have heaps of wonderful memories and friends here, but it's just not a place i fell alive in. it's difficult to explain, but something about the lights and concrete of the city make me feel like myself. like i'm finally at peace in my own skin. it sounds strange, but the fact is that i just wasn't built for small towns. i need the constant light and motion and energy that only a city can offer. when i'm in tahoe, i feel as if there is a part of me missing, something that aches and reaches out for...something. i don't feel that in the city.

i'm currently reading Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman, which makes me giggle and think all at once, which is nice. it's essentially pop-culture commentary. very amusing. highly recommend it.