I have a lot of conflicting emotions about being in LA. I love the Bay Area and it will forever be my home. But more and more I'm seeing the benefits of being away from home (aka my parents) for the first time, especially for the beginning of our marriage.

But then my parents deal with situations where I feel like I should be at home. Yesterday, my parents' place in SF was robbed. It was in the middle of the day in broad daylight, and I can't believe no one saw anything. I would have been at work so it's not like I would have been able to prevent it, but at the same time I could have been there to talk to the police, or take it up with the office about better security.

It's an interesting dynamic because while I want to be there to help them with this stuff, at the same time I can't help feel annoyed when they ask me to call credit card companies, airlines, etc. and immediately feel guilty for it.

Luckily the elder at church followed up with my dad's car insurance and they actually will cover for the loss. At the end of the day, things are just things. But the feeling of not being safe in their own home, of being so helpless... that's going to take time.