A year ago I was somewhere else....

I went through my little notebook last night and realized that it's almost been a year since I last went to the US. I spent a month away from work so I could help my mom out in a business venture that turned out well (but could of course have been better).

I think that was the same time I started to delude myself into thinking I can actually escape from the things I have been trying to escape from simply by being someplace else. Its become a habit. Now everytime I'm about to leave the country, I keep saying "This is it."

And of course its never "it".

But I digress. Last year was San Diego, California, a three-day Greyhound ride from the West Coast to the East Coast, and two glorious days roaming around Manhattan on my own. More pictures here