This moring I sat at a gate in Houston airport waiting to board my flight to San Diego.
It took me a minute to realize I had there before, at the exact gate except that time I had been in route to Poland.
Maybe it had been my lack of sleep or the early hour of the morning, but I had just a little moment. I don't like that those memories are fading. I don't like feeling that part of me is lost without it. And I don't like knowing that is the place I would most like to be but can't.
So in my half dazzed state I swore to myself no more wasteful spending, no clothes I don't really need, no overrated meals and more importantly kicking up my sales all so that 2011 will take me back to Europe, Berlin specifically. That way I can spear myself tears at gate E7.