This is How it Starts

This is How it Starts

So while it took me 24 hours to physically get home from Bali – to fly from Denpasar International Airport to Hong Kong, and then on to San Francisco – it only took me about 10 minutes in the car the next day to become some wild eyed impatient bitch who was half an inch from leaning on her horn because some dude in front of her wouldn’t turn right at the red even though he COULD HAVE.

“Oh my god,” I thought, slowly pulling my hand back from the wheel, “so this is how it starts.”