just arrived at the nation's (america that is) capital this afternoon, and yeah. its funny imagining that after all, this is the final leg (okay almost final) of the long, long journey. its as though my trip has lasted forever (three weeks doesn't go past in a flash). but as much as i want to go home, its not as if i would say i prefer home as a country. its just tiring living out of a backpack, counting costs wherever you go, navigating and reading maps, and visiting the coolest hippest attractions that you flew halfway round the world to visit.
not that the stuff in different cities are the same, but you might as well classify them under one umbrella. aka 'touristy-stuff'.
'no matter what the place is, you can get used to it'
time brings questions. whether i should have (tried, at least) to study here. (harvard's absolutely idyllic). whether i should have come to the us in the first place (looking at all the fun that i have missed out. versus how much of a holiday i'm having now). etc etc etc.
but what the heck.
go enjoy dc first. see how much of american history and all i can savour while i'm here. hm. hello washington, dc.
dreading or looking forward to going back? i dare not decide. but let time do its trick.
it always does, in the end.
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