California was bright. It’s always strange to see people speaking English after being in Asia for a year. It’s good because you can make jokes with strangers and everything. I went to get something to eat and sat down at a table. I was hungry because the flight didn’t give us much food. I vowed one day to sit with the Gods in the first class seating. I could sit next to businessmen with too much money and ask them about their favourite stocks. As I walk by the first class seating I imagine myself their resting and watching youtube via wifi en route to Tokyo. I’d get an extra blanket from the Stewardess just because I could.
I finished my breakfast and headed toward my gate. I got on the flight. It was a small plane cramped. I was very tired at the end of the flight because I was been in travelling for over 24 hours. When we got off the flight the guy behind me made a joke everybody laugh except me. I wasn’t in the mood for jokes. I didn’t enjoy him or his jokes at that point. We got off the plane and I was very happy to be done with the journey. My parents picked me up. I went home and went to sleep. I was very tired.
It’s alway strange coming home. It’s good but it is strange. It takes a few days to get used to the people and driving and shopping malls etc.
It’s an American city where my parents live. It’s a major city with a foot ball and basket ball team. After being in Asia for so many years, I’m not a fan of the traditional American city other than New York, LA and Chicago. Cities have been built around the automobile and lack public transit such as subway systems. Everyone drives and is in their car the majority of the time. Because of this all the cities lack street culture. Street food, markets, tiny shops, bars, ect. It doesn’t seem like a big deal until you go to Japan and see the fashion districts or the hustle of vendors in Bangkok. The cities are alive with people not cars. I’ll never be able to go back to the US without missing the streets of Asia.