i'm back. where i started. no, that's not quite right. i'm just back in china. and i'm actually in bejing the city this time. not at the factory an hour away. so i'm in the midst of a real live city. and there are lots of things to do. but i don't want to do them. at least not yet. i hope i'll get to see stacey more. or at least more than once.



i think once you start traveling alot, everything just feels the same. the flights. the airports. the food. the people. the smells. it's just all filed under a big fat folder called "traveling." i've lost all sense of excitement about anything new. but i think i've said that before. so i won't say it again. i'm trying to think of the one place that would get me really excited to visit. and i can't.



the feeling of being someplace and never having left it is very familiar to me. san diego. new york. michigan. china. it's like once i get to one place, all the other places fade into the background. and i immediately get into the groove of the place i'm at. actually it's all the same groove. laziness. but it's different forms of laziness. who am i kidding. it's all the same laziness.