I'm back in my apartment in Burbank. The flight back was uneventful, although it was 35 minutes early, which is a bit unusual for a 3 hour flight. Apparently the captain lives in LA and keeps trying to beat his own record. I'm not complaining. Luggage took a while, as did the shuttle to the distant parking lot. When we got there, we discovered my friend had left her lights on, and the car battery was dead. So we waited a bit for AAA to get there, get jumpstarted, and head for home.
I call this home, but I know better. This isn't home, this is just where I live. I'm not unhappy here, but I'm ready to live in Vancouver. I think I have some time before that happens, as I need to do some career things first, and pave the way for Vancouver. Current dream though is to live on a houseboat in Coal Harbor (which is in Vancouver). Ah, dreams.
Speaking of dreams, I had a couple of celebrity ones last night. Not surprising, as I had a LOT to drink. Did I mention I've discovered vodka/tonics? They're good! What I dislike is that my head seems to realize I'm dreaming at that crucial moment where something is going to happen in my dream, and I wake up. Aggravating.
Today's song is Vertical Horizon's "Save Me From Myself". I know that in many aspects of life, I am my own worst enemy, and coming down from the Smallville weekend high, full of heroes and saves, this song is a message to myself to be my own best friend rather than my own worst enemy.
I can do it. I can do anything.
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