Los Angeles

... Even though there were a long hours of the flight, the artist didn't feel it. She had two seats in use and got some sleep.The service in the plane was quite good for a new airline company, the only thing was they didn't serve more than 3 small cups of any wine, and didn't sell alcohol at all, what was kind of strange for some travelers.

They arrived to Los Angeles, and she couldn't wait to feel the air of the city she love.
The custom was smooth, though the long line of tourists and other people seemed to be endless.

- Are you coming from Thailand?
-Yes I am.

The passport control guy did his checking on the computer.
- How long have you been in there?
- For about 3 months...
- It is long...he said.
- Yes...too long.
The officer made some notes, looked straight to the artist eyes and smiled.
- Welcome home.
Nothing was better than these words at the moment.
- Thank you...I am so happy to be back home.
She was the happiest person in the world.

I LOVE L.A.! With good and bad, I LOVE L.A. I miss it anywhere I go. I made it!

Her friend picked her up from the airport, and all night long they just have been talking about everything in the world. The artist emailed her brother, who didn't get a minute of sleep, and both knew that this bad adventure was over.