I have to admit it: I miss the Bay Area. I think about it, all the time. I don't know what exactly: my studio, the J-School or some special people. Maybe a little bit of all.
The more I go, the less I miss home. This is very dangerous, it never happened. One thing keeps me obssessed by Morocco: blogs and people's lives back home and, of course, news.
I imagine myself in Casa, or Marrakech. I close my eyes, I think of my friends, then I remember Rabat, the boredom, some other things I don't wanna talk about. I open my eyes. I'm scared of next year.