Over the last six months or so I've realized I've been living in a dream world, and just yesterday I was reminded of that world that now seems like my reality. New York is the dream, and everything before that is what I'm trying to run away from.
Dad called. He's always been my hero so explaining myself to him is the hardest part of all this. He doesn't like New York, I don't why but I think he sees it as something sinful. As if LA is any better.
Anyway, he wants me to come back home and is not too happy about the boys I'm seeing. We had an argument over the phone, as I was walking with Tom, he heard it and asked if I was ok. "Let's go to Italy" I said in the heat of the moment. I didn't really mean it but he said yes, so how could I take it back? Why would I? He's my adventure, I want to do everything with him. I think it will be good for me.