The trip is almost coming to an end and although it’s been Monday kind of crazy every day I find myself suddenly free for the next 30 minutes. Which is awesome, because I get to blog about how little time I’ve spent in recreational activities, this work trip. There was and is so much to cover that the office folks here decided to make us stay another week. Which is all good because maybe then I get to see a little bit more of the city.
I mean don’t doubt me, even after a work day that felt like numerous consecutive rounds of being boxed in the head I have dragged myself to Chinatown to have my favorite tea in the world, Boba Tea. I have also compelled myself to click an ungodly number of touristy pics in Fisherman’s Wharf. The usual, you know. I have met the in laws, the ex-room-mate, the ex-team-mate, the ex-pub-mates and had a good time somewhere between all the crazies. So as I enter the home run of this trip, I’m dreaming about the sunny side up eggs I get in bed every weekend or the cuddles or the pillow talk or the random whatsapp conversation with sister. There is an exaggerated homesickness this time because well, my little kid sister starts her brand new college life in whole new city all by herself. This is making me feel nostalgic, emotional and happy all at the same time and I’m having some major empty nest feeling even though I haven’t lived with that bugger for 9 years. Yikes! I guess the baby of the family always does remain the baby of the family.
So, obviously, I can’t wait to be submerged by everything that is home to me – But not before I walk on the ground that was home to my favorite musician.