to be back home is to be thrown into chaos again. i've been sleeping late. and i've been napping. and i've been waking up late. and i've been doing nothing. how quickly any rhythm i established in china shatters. i wake up feeling very tired but i insist that i'm not jet lagged. i sort of miss my chunks of time in china. this was work. this was basketball. this was computer time. here, the bed is within easy reach and i can mosey around doing anything i please. which pretty much amounts to nothing. i've tried to get myself to sit down at the computer and compose some thoughts but suddenly the outside world calls to me again.
i feel as if i've never left. like i've always been in san diego. that feeling of driving away from the airport and everything melting away as if in a dream. i love that. even with new york, when i stop to think about it. i lived there for a year and a half. but my time there seems very surreal. i think maybe i want to go back again. to visit.
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