i didn't work today. well maybe two hours total. i spent the rest of the day daydreaming about a trip. things i could do, places i'd go and people i'd meet. i got bored of waiting for the freakin paper to come through, "it will", the little voices told me, so i bought it.

september 4th, 2006, 5pm PST, exactly 5 years, nine months and six days after i stepped out of lax and into this illusion of my dreams come true. i'm leaving, on a jet plane...

so many hours of listening to so many i picked up coming back from home, so many times dropping those about to leave for home, and so many times staring at their backs before their last turn into the gates area, wishing for a miraculous rift in time and space through which we could switch sides. so many nights i woke up wondering why i'm not in my room, and finally i'll put an end to the longing.

some say you'll get fed up on the 3rd day, some think i'll have a hard time coming back, some promise me it will be my last trip. some even dare say i'll get married. i think they are all wrong. i think it will be just like here, an illusion of my dreams, some intact, some faded away. i really think it's all the same all over the place. one thing i'm sure of though, i'll spend as much time with them as possible, just the two of them, just like the old times. that i can't go wrong with.

oh and except you all, haven't told anyone yet. home, i'm coming.