Home again

Well, my second home that is. That's right... I'm back in San Diego baby. And loving it.
Fact is that I hate flying. I get all sweaty and nervous when the plain takes off and lands and when ever there is turbulance. So that was my whole damn flight over here. Seriously, with some turbulance we had I pratically wet myself. (but don't worry, I didn't)
But when the plane was about to land in San Diego I wasn't nervous or hyper ventelating. We broke through the clouds and there it was... my all time favorite city. All the lights were shinning seeing as in I flew in at night and the site was not just breathtaking but also so formiliar. I felt at ease because I knew that that site meant the beginning of 2 blissfull weeks with my favorite aunt.

I'm still nurchering a jetlagg, but I just love being back. And seeing some sunshine again isn't doing me any harm either. Although I don't think my body is used to it anymore after the terrible summer we had in Holland, which made it seem like it was autum all year round.

Of course, this trip is so different from the last time I was here. First of all, there is so little time now. Only two weeks as apossed to the 2 and a half months from the last time. And then there's the fact that I actually have an obligation this time. Seeing as in I have some catch up to do for school I brought my homework with me. Which isn't just textsbooks to read through either. I had to bring as much drawing materials with me as possible. Which is a lot, but could be a whole lot more. I kept it to a minimum. But maybe to much so. But hey, no way in hell am I going to fill my suitcase with nothing but homework. I need clothing too you know.

I actually did some of homework already. So proud of me. But I'm not there yet. I need to a few interviews with restaurants and such as well, so I figure I could do that here as well. Couldnt hurt to broaden my horizon, now can it. that's what they keep telling us to do at that damn college, so I'll show them just how broad my horizon can be...

I went over to the tattoo parlor today to settle an apointment for and Rhiannon. We are getting the same tattoo. Just mine is going to be a little bit bigger then hers. It's going to be lovely. I hope. 3 butterflies. Corny I know. But with meaning to us. You see, on my last trip over here Rhi, my grandpa and I went to vegas. And in one hotel there they had this little green house in the center filled with living, big, beautiful butterflies and all Rhi and i could do was stand there transfixed on those magical creaters that somehow gave a sense of peace and of course of beauty. And that's what she brings me as well. A sense of peace. And the relationship I have with her is beauty beyond compare to me. She is one of the clossest persons to my heart.

So, we'll be getting the tattoo's tomorrow. Excited...