This is a little change of mood from my typical blogs. Today, I returned to South City for a visit. I came to a place where family is. Mom, brother, sisters, and even my dog all live under one roof. However, over time I have come to realize that I have no place under said roof. I do not feel that I belong there and I never have. I don't mean to make it sound so dramatic but I can't help but feel a little sad that this place that holds my family is not my home. As much as both myself and family like to refer to it as my home, it is not. I've never lived under this roof and perhaps that is the problem. My family moved to this house after I moved to San Jose and sadly, my apartment in San Jose is more my home than this house ever can be. Each time I come to SSF, I am only reminded of how I do not live here and that has brought me to the decision I have made this evening. My home is not in South San Francisco. My home is in San Jose. So with these thoughts in mind, I will depart from South San Francisco in the morning, only looking back on the family that shares a home; a home that is not my own. My home is a place away from those whom I grew up with; those who have loved me since before I was born. Unfortunately, I do not intend to return to South San Francisco soon after I leave in the morning. I am leaving SSF behind me and looking back only when I feel that a sense of belonging will arise from a visit to my family and friends. Other than holidays, a sense of belonging hasn't been felt here since my move to San Jose. Therefore, I will not be sporadically returning to South City anymore. I do not belong here. My place is in San Jose. Goodbye, South San Francisco. I'd say you'll be missed but that would be a lie. As for my family, enjoy a home I was never a part of. I will miss you. I apologize for the weird-ass post. I just needed to express my feelings. | 
