There's no place like home.

I long for home. A Lot. Probably because I've been M.I.A. for about 4 years now. Most often I miss my family, the feeling of driving down the freeway to the Irvine Spectrum in my green golf with the tunes pumping, eating sushi from trader Joe's, going for walks on the trail, riding my bike through Newport, eating Rubio's fish tacos and well really everything that is America. But today, I miss it because of him. I can't wait to have this face welcome me back next year.  Copper this one's for you.