On December 30th, I embarked on a trip to England. I made sure I had a window seat. I wanted to witness something spectacular in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, 30,000 feet above planet Earth. A dolphin, perhaps an extraterrestrial, maybe I would even see God. All I saw was a red sheep as the plane descended into Gatwick airport in London. There is a possibility that I was overtired and the red sheep was just me hallucinating. Sometimes I think everything in my life is a product of my own imagination.

Everyone asks me what my favorite part of England was. Everyone thinks I went on some crazy vacation but honestly I just went there to see my girlfriend. I see it like walking down the road to visit my girlfriend, except she lives 6,000 miles away. Butttt, since everyone wants to know: Girlfriend, her family, London, Thriller musical, crisps, tea, platform 9 3/4, castle, Liverpool, The Beatles, Anfield, puking. My favorite part was seeing my girlfriend.

Yesterday I woke up in the middle of the night looking for my girlfriend despite the fact that I’ve been “home” for a week. It sucks, but the 3 month wait for 2 weeks with her was totally worth it. I don’t regret a second of it.

I’m still convinced my life is nothing but a dream. I will always follow my heart even if what I do is “irrational”. To me, not following your heart is irrational. It makes no sense. I’d rather die than not follow my heart.

No song of the day, but here’s a bunch of photos.