Did you hear me singing that song I wrote for you?

I guess I'm starting to get a little homesick... I don't really know what its supposed to feel like, but I am thinking more and more about going home, being in Canada after this. My job has become a little, hmm, well boring I suppose, I mean the excitement is gone, its not necessarily boring though.
I was awake early this morning, or rather I was awakened early this morning. Frankie jumped on me at six am after we were out most of the night. Drowsy with sleep and hearing her say 'lets go' I dragged myself out of bed and threw on a shirt. I unwittingly followed her out the apartment and drank the wine she handed me. Suddenly aware that I was outside in my pajamas, and that it was light outside, I questioned her ' Where are we going? ' ,' to the beach to watch the sunrise ' she said ever so matter-of-factly, as though she were accustomed to doing this often.
'Oh. Wicked. '
The sun was bright pink and orange. The air was cool, and soft against my face.
As we stood there watching the sun rise over dalmaji hill, I recalled the sunday morning of Lauren's cottage party. I was awake early then too. I sat alone on the beach staring out towards the west and Korea, before anyone was up. Silently drinking and thinking of the other side of the planet. Now, I stood here, on the other side of the world staring back to the other side drinking and watching the sunrise. I was thinking about Canada, and thought it was funny to be here mirroring what I was doing there. I guess its just a testament to the fact that I haven't changed much. Even perhaps of my refusal to let the world change me. A testament to my aristotlean incontinence.
Shawn's computer took a turn for the worse so I probably won't be posting picture for awhile, but I will be taking some good ones. Catriona is coming next weekend, and I think we're gonna go to the aquarium, it also happens to be Hallowe'en. I'm excited.