I posted on my personal Facebook page last night that I’m feeling quite homesick. No one could more shocked about this news than me. It was here on this very blog that I shared my delight at reaching the six-month mark in LA with friends, fun and great experiences under our belts. We were–are–living in the surreal world that is Beverly Hills/Hollywood and we live to tell the tale. Only earlier that day we were having lunch at my favourite Cabana Cafe in the Beverly Hills Hotel where I missed seeing Harry Styles by a matter of minutes. (We were already seated waiting for our friend who saw him leaving as he was coming in. He even snapped a pic for his 11-year-old daughter.) So why so glum? I’m not really sure. I miss my friends mainly. It’s great to make new friends but it’s the good friends you leave behind that you are sad about–especially when they’re not here to share “the dream” with you. Truth be told I think the whole “money” thing is wearing thin too. Don’t get me wrong, we’re very comfortable and we’ve done well, we have a great little life in our corner of …