Back in New York. I’m tired of being a global citizen. I’m tired of wandering. I’m tired of loving and dreaming from afar. I’m not yet immune to airport goodbyes. Benjamin is wrong. We should never become immune to airport goodbyes. I’m tired of being split between continents. “To see a world in a grain of sand/ And a heaven in a wild flower,/ Hold infinity in the palm of your hand/ And eternity in an hour.” I wish I could condense my loved ones in a grain of sand. And take it with me everywhere I go. I don’t want to discover more wonderful people, more soul mates and similar beings and then say goodbye to them. I don't want any more counting of days, and winter breaks and summer breaks and breaks of all sort. I have to plan my future. I have to think high and bold. I have to quench my ego, I have to feed my heart. I can’t handle Google and Gtalk, and Yahoomessenger and blogging as a skewed substitute for feeling. Fleeting.