Sometimes you realize that you're leaving against your will, but the forces pulling you away are stronger than your desire to stay. Sometimes it's just like that.

My parents are dragging me to a Christmas Eve dinner all the way in Oakland in no other than a Chinese restaurant. The last time I left my house was only five days ago when I left for LA. This wasn't against my will. My will this time was stronger than those unpredictable forces. Yet just this morning...I had just wished that the word home could stretch more than 300 miles away. I already wrote all my cards. In the time that suddenly seemed so slow, I addressed the envelopes and filled the cards with my scrawl. Then after that I went up to my bed and slept. Then I woke up almost thinking that the last four days was a dream--all the time that I spent with Alan. (Also note that I spent way too much time with Alan because unlike most girls, I never take bathroom breaks. Bathrooms suck.)
I could probably never recount every single detail of the visit. It was surprising how so many people were friendly well except for that waiter in Il Fornanio. Perhaps I should have worn my psuedo-expensive-looking outfit. Oh and those people in THS. It barely seemed to be reliving the horrors of high school. It was just a glimpse into what high school life would be. Then there was the goodbye. "The movie of us isn't finished yet," he said once. Then again, maybe I'll write the details another day. When it is finished. Or at least some parts are better left untold.