Los Angeles, again.

So I have gone one full circle to be back at LAX now, waiting for the last flight for this trip that will take me across the Pacific Ocean to return to Melbourne, to my adopted home, to my bed. I managed to survive a trip to Santa Monica earlier on for some last-minute shopping. I got the same uncomfortable feeling again, while waiting for the bus to come back to the airport. I was all alone on the street, and there was no taxi in sight. I waited and waited but the bloody bus didn’t come. Finally, a woman came along and I asked her if I was waiting at the right bus stop. Turned out that I was at the wrong stop and she directed me to the right one. Phew! She happened to take the same bus as me too so I got a bit of company for an otherwise boring ride. At least, my last night here in America didn’t turn out to be one big nightmare. I see a guy who was on the same flight as me on my way here. He is here in LA to visit his parents. How coincidental. I wonder if he had a good trip, or if he had one that is as exciting as mine. Or maybe, unlike me, he is lucky enough to have an absolute break.