It's 230am, New York time, and I had just gotten to my apartment. My body feels the combination of exhaustion and awakeness - after 24 hours of intense air travel. Driving east of Manhattan on a Wednesday ungodly hour feels like a ghost town.
Anyway, my flight went well and I have been greeted by different friendly people... mostly Asian men. They carried my bags, offered me snacks and even a ride home. The building doorman is also very welcoming when I arrived... he'll definitely receive authenticTabacalera Coronas in the morning.
Sometimes traveling alone has its perks. I just hope chivalry does not end at Newark, or at the door downstairs.
I know that tomorrow, I'll wake up to reality. I'm back to my daily grind. I've got tons on my mind, and I'm only getting started! :) I'll write more the next days when I am more rested and sane.
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miss na kita paaaaaammmmm!!!!
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