Missing.

I always seem to forget how good it feels to sit on the couch in NY and be surrounded by the four people I love in this world. I get used to being alone and living my routine, which I do love as well, but when I come back it's always so difficult. I think my brain represses how much I love being with my family so that I am able to survive out here. I hate loving two places and two lifestyles so much when they are so opposite from each other. I have no clue how to connect them. Trying to stop crying so that my eyes are not puffy for work. Alack.