Bittersweet

There is, it seems, always something that you leave behind a city that you're visiting, always something you didn't do or people who should've seen but didn't have enough time to pay a visit to. 

Or you leave your a little of your former self behind, like snake skin, you peel off from you and you know you're different. 

That is why, leaving is such a bitter sweet feeling. 

I'm wrapping up work in Los Angeles and will be going to San Diego tomorrow. Done with the accounting of the budget. Done with uploading videos. Will pack up things, new books, in my suitcase, the memories in the boxes in my head. 

Met a high school classmate and it seems nothing much has changed. She's still the funny one. Makulit pa rin daw ako, she told me, too. Drank (only me hehe) at a Chinese restaurant, the best we could come up with since she came from work and everything closes at 2 am in LA (I miss Manila in this regard). She owes me a videoke song. Hopefully, we'll be able to do it before I finally go back to Manila.

San Diego awaits. It hasn't been a year since I was there and there were so many things I wished I could've done there last year. Now the secret is out among my cousins, they kid me they'd bring me to you know what. I don't know. I discovered that I was uptight. "Loosen up," "Tiffany Jones", a Filipino who I've me through Ronnie from the hotel told me. "I'm all bark, no bite," I sheepishly told him. In my mind, too, I couldn't agree more. 

T.P. thought I was melancholic and serious. It didn't sound like me. Or I didn't think it sounded like me. I thought I was outgoing and all that. I was probably that. Maybe that's why I need beer. Hehe. To loosen me up. Beer brings out the kid in me. Adult life is so much pressure. Hehehe. 

I'm leaving LA behind, for the meantime. Hopefully I can return. I will.