Vodka is.... evil?

And so it begins…. Friday night, drinking alone in my house. To some (cough Cel cough) its no big deal to drink alone at home, but to me it is the beginning of something that I’ve always wanted to avoid. No, not alcoholism, more like loneliness.

Sure, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal staying home and having a drink. But after a while of being home alone, I’d hate to think that drinking helps with the alone part.

This time, I’m in NY for good. Well at least this is more real than when I here before. I’ve taken care of all the official business back home, and technically don’t really have an excuse to go there anymore.

I’ve been away from home before, since I was 15. But it has never been permanent. This time, it is.

I never thought I’d be so home sick. I thought being in a new and exciting city like NY would make it ok. I never thought I’d miss my family so much. I thought starting a new family of my own would make it ok. I never thought I’d miss my friends so much. I thought I’ll make new friends in no time and it would make it ok.

I know all that takes time. I just hope it happens before I start drinking every night