people to say goodbye to
threw up on my flight to los angeles after eating some dodgy pork porridge and felt hella rough until i managed to nap it off during my rest. the "ex" was a passenger on the flight and it was nice having a familiar face in the crowd for a change. it has been a while and, despite everything, that very comfortable chemistry we shared was still present. he was the last person i saw before entering the bunk and his "are you feeling better?" was the first thing i heard after i got up. it brought back a flood of memories.
nostalgia aside, i'm glad that i no longer am trapped by this leopard who will never change his spots.
in la and my second meal in two days was half a california pizza kitchen pizza that managed to stay down. the cool californian night breeze was perfect for a solitary after-dinner stroll back to the hotel. in my mind the whole time, was something from one of the chapters in the book that is accompanying me on this trip.
the scene: at the airport just before boarding the plane - an all too familiar moment.
"...both had people to say goodbye to but i had nobody and for a brief moment i felt as if the one thing i wanted most in the world was to have someone who wanted to hear from me. someone who would miss the fact that i was no longer there...i turned off the phone before i could do any damage..."
jet-lagged and a restless 5-hour sleep later, i got out of bed at the crack of dawn and am typing this as the sky slowly colors. disneyland is waking up and there's already someone doing laps in the pool. i think i might take a drive to the coast and try my hand at surfing today! (",)
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