17 hours later
and i'm in a different country, on a different continent, embracing a different climate
17 hours later
and i find myself living another life separate from the one i own across the Pacific blue.

if i had a word-of-the-day toilet paper, mine would read surreal for today.

i'm half alive, half awake, and pissed annoyed at crying babies and other noisy kids on a plane

hello vancouver, i've come home to you again.