I came back home from home home a few days ago. Ever since I moved away from ‘home’ about 10 years ago, ‘home’ became where I live at the moment, and ‘home home’ is where my parents are. So I just came back to Paris after three long (and short) weeks with my family and friends in Los Angeles. As always, jet lag is winning, and I wake up at 1.30 PM everyday.

LA is always great. The weather never disappoints me – always warm, sunny and perfect. It’s where I grew up, and everything feels comfortable. And perhaps that ‘comfort’ repels me from moving back home home. Yet I’m not too sure why I’m not yet ready to return. Well, that is another story.

This is an important once a year trip I take during the christmas/new year holiday to see my parents. If I have to think about it, it is sad that I get to see my mom and dad only once a year. Every time I leave them, I cry. After 10 plus years of being away from them, I’m conditioned to cry whenever I’m about to line up for the security check at LAX. So whenever I leave home home behind and return home, I have one or two weeks of slight depression/down time until I start functioning normal again. That plus jet lag equals me getting up at 1.30 PM and my luggage not yet unpacked.

So this is how I start my year every year, slightly sad and down. I just think of it as my new year comes a little later than others. Give me a few more days and I’ll be up and ready for 2015 : ) Sorry I was gone from the blog for a while. Hope this post explains a little why. I’ll be back soon I promise!

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Picture above: Blueberries from Costco while I was in LA. Now, open your hand and try to imagine how big are these blueberries. Ginormous! #OnlyInAmerica ; )