I'm such a sentimental bitch.

So despite the rockiness of the past week with my brother (fighting every day, if not more), I was a little sad to see him go just now as he got on the plane to Beijing. I even teared up a bit. I guess because despite everything, I had fun, and though I wish the entire trip had been like the last 2 days, even having 2 good days is enough. I guess I love the little stinker. The problem with my brother and I is that when we're bad, we're really bad, and when we're good, we're really good. So he's off to Vegas where he'll have the vacation he really wanted, and I'm off to Yunnan to start the solo portion of my trip. Pseudo-solo, since I'm meeting up with Marc Diamond there. This was supposedly the part I was looking forward to the most. But instead I'm sitting at an airport gate by myself, trying hard not to cry, trying not to think about my brother, and feeling a little bit lonely. I think the catch is to start off on your own. Once you've had company, it's tough going back. My company for the next hour is a Hitachi flat panel television with a ping pong match going on. I'm not sure who's playing who, but it looks pretty serious as it's sponsored by Volkswagon.

My brother and I, tearing it up on motorcycles.
Originally uploaded by susiederkins.