I feel like a stripper

AHHHHH so I'm in the airport right now getting ready to fly home (this is Brice by the way), and I can't stop thinking about how the semester has gone by so fast! I miss everyone already! I also think that I'm still drunk/high after last night. Haahaha Cameron and Ali were pretty funny to say the least. Cameron of course made 50 new friends and forgot to take a breath from the time he started drinking to the time he went to bed. And Ali was a goofball per usual, and also made me smoke my lungs black. God my friends are pretty cool. So anyway, what I wanted to say is that going home now feels so different than it used to. And in my unnatural state this morning while riding in the Super Shuttle van, I realized that it is different because it is as if I'm no longer "going home" as I am "visiting home." And what I mean by this is that USF and San Francisco are my life now and my home has become the "place where I grew up." I know I have family and friends there that I love and cannot wait to see, but I also have very important relationships here. So the idea that college is just a phase or a this unreal place is becoming less true as I begin to develop my life here in San Francisco. This is my reality and I'm realizing how awesome it is day by day.
Sorry if that was a little too philosophical, it's how my brain is functioning on only 2 hours of sleep and too much Brandy and Doobie (that was for you, Addysen). I hope all of you have wonderful breaks with your family and friends, and I cannot wait to see your scrumptious faces when you return. With all of my edible love,