To the land of the free.

Everything felt a tad dreamy, except for those nagging bad memories at the back of my mind that I have of airports. Did I mention I hate airports? I, myself, cannot imagine how many times I've stood there waving goodbye to people that I would never meet again. Only this time around, I was the one leaving.





And somehow, it felt normal. Like I've been doing this my whole life when in fact, it was the first time I was traveling alone.



Beautiful, isn't it? Taken before I board my flight from Penang to Hong Kong.

I filled my hours between Hong Kong to Los Angeles with romantic comedies. Funny how it was a 12-hour flight but I only managed 3 romcom's. I remembered dozing off, now and then. That couldn't possibly make up 6 hours unawares, could it? And I was very well-fed. Almost as if they were fattening us, passengers, up to be slaughtered. First, there were peanuts. Then, there was braised chicken in lemon thyme caper sauce with mashed potatoes, green beans and carrots, with dessert of ice cream and fruits. Out of nowhere (I lost all sense of time up there amongst the clouds), came instant soup noodles and just before we landed, sausage and egg breakfast with yogurt and fruits, plus a very tasty croissant.



After a long trip, what could be more comforting than the sight of... PILLOWS!!! 6 OF THEM!!! 2 MORE IN THE CUPBOARD!!! WHAT THE _?