Toronto, I'm home!

I wake up at 4am and decide to get ready to leave.

My route home is a bit laborious. Three flights. Bangkok to Tokyo; Tokyo to Vancouver; and Vancouver to Toronto. I have to get my luggage in Vancouver and re-check it. I am tired but I get to see the magic of human flight three times because I have requested only window seats.

I will be glad to get rid of my luggage which has gotten heavier and heavier as my trip has progressed.

I have this paranoid fear, much like I did coming back from my summer vacation from Guatemala last year, that I have forgotten how to cook. When I try hard to think about cooking, I come up blank.

My second flight from Tokyo to Vancouver is the most turbulent plane trip I've ever experienced. I manage to fall asleep, but I miss my meal, and have a dream of the plane crashing. Not reassuring. I feel nervous and think of dying and death - I figure my blog will be my final sentiments, publicly viewable, if I meet my fate in wreckage on the bottom of the ocean. I think I'm deluded, but I feel a bit resolved about dying if it were to happen. It's been a short but good life. Yeah, I’m deluded.

We don't crash on this flight, and if I make it through the last flight, I'll be home.

I wonder how my plants have fared without me. I am excited to see them and see how they've changed while I've been gone. I know they’ve taken the time to secretly grow in interesting ways in my absence.

Uh…weird, but I can’t remember my phone number anymore. Good thing I don’t have to call myself.

I am in Pearson airport and Danny picks me up.

Toronto, I’m home.