Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

This is my home, and I miss it like crazy, every day.


It used to amuse me, but now it makes me want to strangle people here in California, when I tell them I'm going home to "Canada" for Christmas, and they get this horrified look on their face and say something like, "But it so cold there!"

I used to laugh because when people speak in clichés I find it funny, but after the hundredth time or so, it starts to wear. It makes me wonder, do you people have no concept of home? Whatever place you call home, is it really the weather that evokes nostalgia?

Or could it be (wondered the Grinch) if home means just a little bit more...

Home is where your heart is. That's a cliché, too, and anyway, I left my heart in San Francisco. Home is where the people you love, and who love you, are, and I don't have any of those here, so I'm going home.

I'm going home for a whole month, and I'm taking Pinky with me.

I have a return ticket, but a whole lot can happen in a month.