There is a lot I miss about California. I don't think homesick is the right word for it because I don't really know where my home is anymore. I don't know if it's in San Pablo or Albany or Berkeley or somewhere I still haven't found. I miss Luno, I miss my family, I miss my crazy friends, I miss my bed, and my car. But I know home is still somewhere else. Somewhere further out waiting for me to stumble in unannounced.