Christmas music still rings through the PA as I eat a pastrami sandwich made by a cute, corn fed, Midwestern boy at an airport diner. He smiles at me shyly when I repeat that I don't need a pickle with my sandwich.
It's amazing to me how quiet and clean it is here, and how nice the people are in general. It reminds me of what my life used to be like. Simple. Lacking in the texture and diversity the Bay Area confronts me with on a daily basis. Here I find myself feeling comfortable and restless... I think I long for this kind of peace sometimes - but it's weird to remember what it's like to be the "only Asian".
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