So when I moved 3000 miles to L.

A for college last fall, I did it without regret, ready to start my new life.

But returning home for break has made me remember that there are some things I really do miss.

I miss coming home to my room and being able to crash on my bed without climbing up a ladder.

I miss good water pressure and hot showers free of other people's hair balls.

I miss wearing my sexiest pajamas and not having to worry whether people can handle it.

I miss my stuffed animals, even though I know that's dumb.

I miss the convenience of having the following random crap around my house.

Band AIDS tape, my own toilet two faced.

I didn't have to pay for my old D S games, a ukulele I bought in third grade and never learned to play actual closet space.

I miss watching Netflix late at night without headphones.

I miss singing out loud badly, which is why the audio was cut out here.

But mostly I miss the people that made it home.

It's been hard for me to leave this time, actually cried way more than I'd like to admit.

But I guess all I can do is hope that one day L A.

Will feel like home, too.