I used to be able to leave this part blank.
I have many interests.
Posts are dated and time stamped when I am not in my original time zone.
If I had a dime for every time I received a compliment and then had it taken back, I'd travel around the world on it.
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Current Location: Gate 54, HNL
Awaiting to board my 10.5 hour flight to Sydney, Australia. I will be purchasing a digiplayer. Hopefully January means new programming.
My last look around this waiting area has confirmed that there are no solo male passengers that I find attractive. Also a bird just flew into the gate waiting area. These are just the games I play to keep myself distracted from the fact that I’m leaving home again. Unsure of when I’ll return, but not as upset as the last time because 2012 will feature increased positivity.
I’ll see you again, my beautiful Hawai’i. You may not have everything I aspire for, but you will always be my home.
Mahalo
Airport Christmas Tree
8:00 p.m. 23 December 2011 Sydney International Airport
Tryinh to hold it together here at Gate 54.
I think it gets harder to leave home. At one point it felt robotic to go through check-in, security, customs etc. Now, though, as the reality of what I’m doing becomes more and more real, when the balance between career and personal life sways towards career, when you continually have to decide between building a life for yourself or finding a way to be content with what you.have… Eh. That’s enough of that.
I don’t know when I’ll be home again, but at least I know it’ll be here waiting for me.
I’m going home. Just for a little while.
I’m thankful for the opportunity to go home. It’s a feeling that people who have learned to know home for only a week or two at a time crave. Or maybe that’s just me.
It’s time for 11 and a half days of family, Toby, and rest.
Watch me go back in time. Oh international dateline. You’re so fun.
Home home home home
8:47 p.m. 1 October 2011 Sydney, NSW, Australia
Terminal 2, MNL If only they didn’t keep you stuck in the gate area after clearing the final security check point. I’d feel less trapped, a feeling that ranks top 5 if one ranked feelings that I have throughout the day. I’m headed back to Sydney. It’ll be the third time I touch down. Each time the excitement diminishes. Half of me wants to walk out of this airport, call my uncle, then have him pick me up and take me home where the world just makes more sense. I guess this time my reasoning for continuing to go back to a place where I’m less than happy or comfortable is my way of proving to myself that I’m not a quitter. Sooner or later, probably sooner, I’m going to need to learn how to stay in one country for longer than 3 months. 7:20 AM 30 March 2011 Pasay City, Metro Manila, Philippines
