Taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn...

My time here in Los Angeles is just about over. I'm about to go check out of the hotel and head to the airport. At least I'll get to do a little sight-seeing before I fly away tonight. It's definetely been an amazing experience being out here; seeing how people live. Gives me some faith that I can get out of Chicago and survive.

If you could see me right now - I have this really large smile. Even with everything - my parent's imminent probable divorce, my family growing further apart, things in Chicago not really working out like I always dreamed, and all the other series of misfortunate events that can sometimes seem is all my life is - good things can and do happen. Every day. Great things are happening around me every second. I feel like I blind myself to them and get so wrapped up in everything. I'm trying to change that about myself. I think this has really helped me.

I'm not going home alone. I'm going home to someone, to a life, to something new and different. If life's a road trip, I'm just gonna coast for a while, if that's okay. Don't know where I'm going, and for once I like that feeling. All I see is what's in the rearview and what's right in front of me. I'm taking my foot off the gas and riding shotgun for a bit.

hmm. feeling kinda philisophical today. nice. some great things to think about on the plane.