In a few weeks, I’m flying back to Southern California where I grew up, and I am nervous.

Why am I nervous? I think it comes down to the fact that I’m there for a finite time, and I want to do all of the things. See my people, eat the food, be outside. Do the things, see the sights, drink the drinks.

What I want to do and what I have time to do may be two different things. I have a list of people I’d love to see, but I’m not sure I’ll see them all. And that sucks; I come 2000 miles to see and hug on certain people, and there is potential that I won’t get to.

I suppose this is completely a first world problem that I’m traveling and have these issues at all. Still a tough pill to swallow.