Kimchi, not for me

Blogging is so unhealthy for me. It makes me forget (or at least does much to contribute to me forgetting) that my life is here. I'm struggling with homesickness lately. I sometimes think about how I'll write about my day rather than enjoying my day - and I just get downright pissy about the stupidest things. I was talking to Haley today, and she said something most profound - that she wasn't unhappy, but she also wasn't totally happy. I know much of my problem right now is that I am perhaps too focused on areas of my life that aren't close (in location, that is) and haven't established much of a social life for myself outside of who I see at church every Sunday and the people I work with and see everyday. But I'm in a bad and immature mood right now, and my bad attitude is just begging to be freed via my fingers. Must resist...must keep what friends I have...(even if they are an ocean away). Forgive the dramatics...none of this is for show - this is really me (scary, huh?). I'm going to bed.