I never understood the whole rush to the airport thing. You just end up sitting bored for about an hour while staring at your shoes. In this case, I've preoccupied my time with this blog. I'm about to board flight 153 back to Orlando for a visit. This will be my first visit back home since I had moved to New York. I wonder how things have changed? Probably not much. Still the same hot, muggy place I left. I think 5 days is enough to leave the busy city, relax some, and head back to appreciate my new home.

I wish I could have brought Dori with me. In about 3 hours we will be on complete opposite sides of the country. I told her how my friends would be so jealous, and my family would be so proud that I found such a catch. Nothing will be different though. This will still be the same temporary skype relationship that is has become about 3 weeks ago when she left me for Los Angeles.

I got a text on my way to the airport saying that lunches are now done at my restaurant. Forever. This means I will hopefully and finally be a nighttime bartender! Unless they don't need me anymore? Which would be a stupid move on their part considering I know the whole operation better than anyone that works there. I can run the bar alone at this point. So I am looking forward to coming back and see what happens with the new changes in the restaurant.

Short post. I am looking forward to seeing everyone back home. I wish the surf was better. I miss the water. My dad is going to give me shit when he sees my newest tattoo. I'm off to get some sun.