Home. Artwork from SD contemporary art museum.

They say you never really miss something till its gone. Homesickness would be a prime example. After seeing such vivid scenes of Harvard from two different movies in the past few days, I was shocked at how Cambridge-sick I was. There was a tangible ache when I realized I would not be able to stroll down Mass Ave and grab some crepes after the show. I miss the familiarity of campus and the flowering trees along Comm Ave. I miss the sparkle of the Charles River. I miss coming home to the Theta house after a long day. Most of all, I miss the people.

I wonder when San Diego will feel like home.