Hey, it’s been a while.

I just came back from traveling around the east coastĀ for a little over two weeks. New York City, Washington D.C., and Boston. I was constantly in awe of my surroundings and sights. Everything I’ve seen or heard about ever since I was young–the site of 9/11 attacks, live jazz music in underground clubs, the Lincoln Memorial where Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his iconic speech to thousands of people, hot buttered lobster rolls at the Quincy Market–I finally got a taste of it all.

And damn, it tasted real good.

Every night since I’ve been back on the west coast (best coast!), my dreams take me back to my travels. In one dream, I can’t exactly pinpoint the location but I do remember feeling in awe, always looking up and around me, kind of floating in some alternate space. Maybe it was Japan, maybe it was somewhere in the U.S., maybe it was my subconscious hybrid of both places that I call home.

Last night, I dreamed about walking around New York and zigzagging through the subway stations, going up and down the stairs, passing the local musicians greeting passersby at the turnstiles with their jams. The weather was cold enough for me to shiver a little in my simple college crewneck sweater. I walked outside and down a flight of stairs to unexpectedly run into my old friends from my hometown.

One of them shouted, “Erika, is that you?!”

“It’s meeeeee!!!” I shouted back across the open space.

It was a sweet reunion. Nostalgic and delightful. I hugged each of them and asked if they were free to hang out for a bit. One of them said she had to take the L train home while another one also had to head out.

Instead of waking up in different couches and beds these past two weeks, I woke up in my own bed in the comfort of my own home.

Instead of going to classes, I’ve been spending these past few days job hunting, cold calling, checking my emails for any responses from potential employers, keepingĀ in touch with friends near and afar, mailing important things (since I always put off mail stuff)…

I can’t wait to travel again. In the meantime, I’ll be hanging out by the beach and taking advantage of this free time in this beautiful place.