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Just woke up from a dream. In that dream, I was on the way to Turkey with my dad and brother (they were making sure I got there safely, and did all the paperwork for me), and we were in transit at San Francisco (ikr, whuttttt). So I was at the airport, and we had a day to kill, so we got out of SFO. The moment I was outside, I ran around the carpark, breathed in the chilly air, and looked up to the sky. I was back at San Fran. I WAS BACK AT SAN FRAN. I couldn't believe it. It was dawn, so I took out my phone to take a picture of the sky. My caption would be, "First light at SF" when I upload it on Facebook/twitter/instagram.
Then I thought, wowww omg Santa Cruz is only an hour away. An hour and a car ride away, not a day and a long flight away. I asked my dad, "Papa can we go to Santa Cruz? Please? It's only an hour away. It's like going from Tampines to NTU. We can come back here in the evening." But his eyes were red. I could see that he wanted to grant my wish, but he was just too tired and sleepy to travel. So I let it go. I may not be able to go to the boardwalk, but hell yeah, I'm at San Fran. I was just so, so happy and excited to be back.
And then my mom woke me up to get ready to go to my granny's for Hari Raya Haji visiting. I guess California remains a long-distance dream, for now.
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