Geez! After a butt-busting, hemorrhoid-inducing journey, I'm back in Rochester. It's 11.10am local time, and despite my efforts to keep busy unpacking and staying awake, I suspect I'll need to nap soon (it's midnight back home).
Walked in my front door at about 930pm Tuesday Malaysian time. Can't believe I left KLIA at 315pm Monday. Mom and Dad sent me off, and as usual, Alvin came by the airport. Think he's been sending me off every year since I left for Canada, including that fated year of 2002 when none of my family or other friends were able to see me off. Talk about feeling unimportant (and that was soon after I was rejected by a woman too).
What was surprising was, despite this being my 7th year flying off, it wasn't easier. In fact, as I was leaving home, there was some kinda pepper spray leak at home and as a result, involuntarily my lacrimal glands acted up. Ahem. I blamed it on family, particularly Alex.
Didn't make it easier when I chose to watch a touchy-feely movie on the plane (Hitch, my 3rd time watching it!). Thought there was a lot of truth about the love in that movie. Among the many lines that struck me, was this one Wil Smith's character said about love:
"... coz that's what people do. They leap, and hope to God they'll fly, coz otherwise they drop..."
How true. Love's a big leap of faith I suppose.
Anyway. To answer some of the questions people have been asking me:
Yes, I'm glad I went home
Yes, I ate everything I wanted to, and more
Yes, Veronica started without so much as a grumble
Yes, my sunflowers and carrot plants are growing okay (although I think the pansies gave up)
No, I don't start work till Thursday
No, I'm not sharing any of the Maggi Chili Sauce I sneaked back in
Yes, I put on weight