Reality going over the head

Dear Blog, haha, my online diary,

Yesterday was one of those sort of murky, missing the folks at home and sad, lonely sort of days. It was due to a combination of things. I woke up pretty sick, with a cold from the freezing london winds, i was tired, i was fasting and i was alone. I took a train to Central london, and as i was sitting on the train, i was reminiscing the Ramadan Days chillen with the Family in the warm comfort of Southern Cali.

As I was thinking about my little bros, 10 and 12, how we fight and play all the time, it just hit me that man this is only like day 5 out of 200+ days. And I was like whoa. Am I gonna make it?? Or am I gonna crack and cry like a lil punk?

I went about the day, walking through parks and museums, chillen having a peaceful time. I conversed with a couple peeps along the way, but u know, its like Where is the Love? Where is it? Its back home-- The family. Then, I told myself that this is what I signed up for. This is what I knew was coming.

So by the end of the day, I took many deep breaths and told myself: Its gonna be Alright! U gotta do what U gotta and have faith, the rest will be cool. I went back to the house, after chillen for hours in Hyde Park, I had iftar with the Homies family that I am staying with and Chilled out. Today is a new Day! Going to a different park and different Museum, with one of the homies and the cuzin today. So, this is life, and life is this... Peace