Coming Home

Every time I ride an airplane the first thing I think of is a video montage of the stereotypical scenery  of my destination. For example, if I were on a plane to Paris, I would imagine myself in a car pass by the Arc de Triomphe or the Seine River; LA, I think of palm tress and Hollywood; New York, I think of downtown and Times Square at night. 

Speaking of France, I still need to finish my novel Paris. I should be studying for my microeconomics final right now, but I can't grasps the fact that within 24 hours, I will be on a plane back home where I see my two grandparents, sister, parents, and dogs, but also my friends who are expecting to see me after the 16th. :P I'm planning to surprise them eek!