I can't be here for summer vacation.  I already am sick and tired of being at home.  I think it's official: I'm an adult.  It's time for me to permanently move out.  This isn't home... it's the life I used to live.  I can't live here anymore.  It's unchanging.  I've changed too much to be thrust back into my old high school world and be comfortable. 

I have a new life and it is no longer in Vegas.  I love my parents and my brother and the people who all meet in Vegas a few times a year and pretend they are home.  This epiphany has nothing to do with them.  It really is all about me.  I'm different and Vegas isn't and I can't live here anymore. 

I'm homesick.  I want to go back to the place where I can be me.  I want to go back to Flagstaff.  I miss my friends and my life.