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where it all begins ~ November 21, 2002 - 2:23 a.m. home again, and trying to figure out what that means. the day I left saigon, I felt this strange elation building inside me. sad as I was to end the adventure, it was that feeling I always get when I'm flying off into the unknown of something new. anything-can-happen land. this is where it all begins. I did have a meltdown, though, in the tai pei airport... god, I hate that airport. dehydrated to the point of freakiness, I was trying to buy a bottle of water, but everywhere was closed except the duty-free and the bookstore. no water at either of those. vending machines, but they only took taiwan dollars, which I had 23 of. you needed 25 for a drink. duty-free wouldn't give me any more unless I bought something, and I'd already paid way too much for the chocolate which got me the 23 to begin with. they kept pointing to the water fountain down the hall, and I was just like yeah, right. I was still recovering from three days of stomach nightmares, and I was going to drink that? and leaving southeast asia. and everything. and it was just one of those meltdown times, so I burst into tears in the hallway of the tai pei airport. and then an angel came along, having heard some version of my hysterics with the duty-free people, and said do you need a drink of water? and handed me a can of soda water that changed my whole world. angels. everywhere. now I'm at jennifer's house, which she's offered to me for a couple days of jet-lag recovery. after that, I need to figure out how I'm gonna live. I have about a hundred dollars to my name, and apparently my motorcycle developed some type of mysterious problem while I was gone. but you know? it's all going to be fine. it always is. this is the moment, right here. this is where it all begins.
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