Only during such occasions I tend to wonder what the hell am I still doing here instead of back home with the folks. But sometimes questions isn’t destine for answers.

I could have, I can, I should, I have not.

I could have bought tickets and took a plane.
I can still spend time with the folks.
I should really stop thinking and start acting.
I have not done anything yet.

Ultimately, I am still here and I guess this is where I belong?