This past weekend, I flew home to the sunny city of Los Angeles. The last time I went back was in March, so it’s been a few months. I never seem to catch a break when I go home. In March, I stayed only for three days, took the red eye Sunday night and continued to work Monday morning. Even though I do enjoy my time back in LA, it gets very tiring. For one, traveling sucks in general (I wish I could teleport). The time difference gets to me during meal times and at night. All I want to do is sleep but I never have time. But nonetheless, I’m always happy to go back.