If there's something continuous that I recognize whenever I return to Socal,

it's the apparent and undesired dichotomy

between who I am in Berkeley

and who I am in Pasadena.

Between the woman into whom God is molding me,

and reverting back to the old ways of mine.

And this short Thanksgiving break was no exception.

Is it even possible for these such highly contrasting worlds to become homogenous?

Or better yet, how do I at the very least reconcile them?