currently listening to: "good morning, hypocrite" - electric president
airports are where people come and go, leaving and arriving, to and from one place to another. there also seems to be something about airports that can place people on two opposing sides on the emotion scale. at least, that's how it is for me anyway. the arrival flight is the most exciting bit. the heavy anticipation builds up inside of me, and i can hardly sit still waiting for the landing. the flight was only an hour and 20 minutes, and yet i still found myself checking my watch obsessively. i always remember it like a movie, being greeted at the airport by someone who loves you. at least, that's how it was the first time. this time was my fifth time flying down to san diego to visit sameeran. i waited near the luggage carousel, and picked up an issue of the oprah magazine to keep myself busy. he came and we left the airport for his apartment.
i spent thursday until tuesday in san diego. there are certain things that remain fresh my mind from my little vacation. things like the airports, debussy's "1st arabesque," the aquarium, and continuous episodes of the office, to name a few. we watched a lot of things: steve carell's comedic hilarity, exotic fishes and other various sea creatures, and lots of television that included strange, yet somehow entertaining, educational PBS children shows.
i watched him wrap a blanket around him like a geisha, taking tiny steps, bowing to me, and asking me if i wanted tea. i took a sweatshirt and tied it around his waist as if i were performing the ceremonial step of placing a geisha's bow on. it was a most honorable thing to do. i laughed so hard until i could barely hold myself up any longer. an armless geisha. he had no arm holes, but still quite charming and hilarious. my sides ached from laughing so much. if there was an award for the best armless geisha, then he gets it. he was a geisha with no arms and nothing else to offer but his charms. oh, my favorite geisha with facial hair.
i attended his overwhelmingly large lecture halls, too. the content of the courses were taught in a language so foreign to me. every bit of instruction flew over my head except the part about despite what some ridiculous, misleading commercials may say, a woman can't just be a little pregnant. we dined out at a slightly overpriced "hole in the wall" type chinese restaurant, bought vietnamese sandwiches from a quaint european-style bakery (quite possibly the only vietnamese sandwich place in SD disguised as a european bakery), and had pho for lunch. he also cooked for me (indian curry and roti!), and even disinfected the bathroom for me. now that's love.
the departure flight is what always throws a damper on things and makes me sad. it's the day that i wish i could put off, but then it comes and i have to go. winter break spoiled me with so many days of seeing each other, and now it's back to square one. our relationship has a calendar of its own. it's a small calendar, with its days made up of a some weeks when we are in the same city. thank you for the laughter, love, food, and the fantastic time. i'll see you in march.
come next wednesday, i'll be back at school for the spring semester and life will go back to the way it always is again with gross morning traffic commute and more strangers who won't laugh at my jokes. maybe, i should go back to taking the light rail train.
