wind and rain

my friend from the windy city decided to visit the province of endless rain. she flew into tacoma so we drove down there to pick her up and also to take krissy to the airport so she could catch her flight to florida. we had a detour at the space needle and late dinner at zumi – great sushi fusion restobar in downtown seattle. we rented a car but got a mini van instead so we had too much space and not enough people on this trip. especially since someone backed out and nobody was available at the last minute to do some spur of the moment roadtrip to washington state. anywhichway it was fine, i was navigator again who’s only purpose is not really to navigate since the gps is there but rather to keep the driver awake. we got back at around 4am and i retired into dreamless sleep.

vancouver was never shy showing its true colors, rain clouds followed our weekend as we went to queen e park, lynn valley, cleveland dam, deep cove, lonsdale quay, stanley park and downtown. my friend sampled the city’s public transit – bus, skytrain and seabus. day pass here is more expensive than in chicago for sure. to try extreme sports, i practiced juggling text messages while biking in the rain along the seawall, some people go crazy in this kind of weather. i’m one of them.

got the purple nanochromatic with “poeticnook 2008” engraved on the back – early birthday present. loaded it up with songs i copied from everyone else – in an effort to expand my music library.

i don’t know what happened but somehow a sad veil has fallen over me. it caught me unexpected. i’m not even sure where it’s coming from. it just came in a rush and i was left feeling really down and out. must be the sudden change of weather.. as much as i don’t want the forces of nature to affect my mood, i couldn’t shake off the feeling.

when my friend left 2 hours ago, i realized i’m all alone in vancouver. my travel buddies are gone, my friends with whom i can talk to about what happens behind my eyes are gone. people who will hug me and lend their shoulders for me to cry on when i’m running on empty and i need to hear words of hope – they’re all gone. it’s depressing to accept the fact that i am now without a listener in a strange city so far from home where i have no family and all i can rely on is me and myself..

i wanna go home…