A little late

(this was originally written in the Tokyo airport on Sunday night, but then my Internet connection crapped out)

I felt so guilty in the week leading up to Chinese New Year, because the story about Macau was completely fabricated. I was lying through my ... fingers (I don't type with my teeth afterall) I decided, at somewhat of the last minute, to make a quick trip back to San Francisco and surprise Adam. I realize I've only been gone for a month, but I'm only allowed one trip home. Since the office was closed (basically) this week, and Adam will be in Hong Kong in one more month, it made sense to use my trip now.

I had a great time back in San Francisco. Ashley and Danny picked me up at the airport to meet Adam (also under false pretenses) and I was there too. He was shocked. He had no reaction other than starting at me with his mouth gaping open. It was funny, if not somewhat anticlimatic. Afterward, we went wine tasting at the ferry building, after which I completely crashed.

The week was a blur of dinners, seeing family and friends and narcoleptic-style naps. I have never expereienced jet lag like that in my life. I would drag around all day, and then around 12 or 1 am, I would snap out of it and would be wide awake. I caught up on Oprah between the hours of 1:00 and 4:00 am. My last day was spent with a early morning walk on the beach with Tater, playing in the park with my niece and dinner in the Castro with friends at Nirvana. It was nice to be home, but it has left me a little homesick.

As I sit here in the Tokyo airport, I realize that having my last meal at "Nirvana" was somehow poetic. I have family, friends and a partner that love me. I have my health. I have this awesome experience before me to experience a totally new country. It truly doesn't get any better than this.