Living on two continents is awesome.  I truly love it.  It is an incredible, priceless experience packed with an amazing vantage point on everything – it innately gives everything a perspective.  And I have two homes.  And I have two sets of friends!  This is where the trouble is.  I basically have two lives.  I love them both.  Now that’s exactly the problem: it’s always heartbreaking to leave the one I’m living, all the while I miss the one I’m away from.

Naturally, my life in California is much more of my actual life: it’s where I rent an apartment, go to school, have a cat…. Yet I have just spent three months at my “old home” in the Czech Republic.  Three months in a culture I know well, and that features a public transit system that definitely has its cons, but always gets me to a bar.   Three months with old friends, with whom I share great memories (memories old enough to only be remembered fondly) and enough common interests to get together and have a blast.  Of course, love for beer is more than enough of a common interest that gets us together.  And the beer is delicious and incredibly cheap.  There also is the track field I grew up on, so conveniently located, and available to me, and many other things that make life here swell.  So yeah, I love my old home.  It’s hard to leave it.

At the same time, I can’t wait to be back with my cat, in my own apartment, in my own real life, where I go to school, make movies and dream big of filmmaking.  It’s where I’m starting to build the grounds for the castle that is my dreams, and it’s never easy to leave that to hang out on the other side of the world.

As I write this, I am hours away from boarding a plane to California (a sequence of three different planes, actually).  I think this is a good occasion to thank you, my dear friends for being awesome, putting up with me, and making both of my lives rock.  Thank you!