as i was waiting for the plane to arrive... i dawned on me that i arrived at the exact same terminal.. exact same exit.. and exact same flight

more than 11 years ago.. i arrived with my dog, Larry, in tow. the 2 of us were set off to go to canada. I just turned 9 and going on the plane by myself yet alone with Larry was not a big deal for me. But the difference is... we are both going a place where we are suppose to call home but don't really know anything about it. At that time... I had a dog in tow. I had a flight attendant in tow too. She had to get the 2 of us through with customs... and get it checked out and stuff... Imagine a tiny little asian girl that was bringing along her dog in the back then terminal 3. It was very confusing. As much as I hate to admit to it, I hated traveling with Larry even though he was my bestfriend. He was such a burden at that time. I had to carry his "passport" with me. I remember my first memory of Toronto (mind you.. i used to live in vancouver) was it was ugly. VERY UGLY... in comparison to YVR at that time.. YYZ was very very ugly. It looked like my parents booked me off the wrong flight and I landed in some ghetto place. I made it through.. got my luggage and set off to this new city I call home.

11 years later....
i stood at the exact same place waiting to just get the waiting over with and get the crap out of there. i started asking myself many questions.. what happened in these 11 years? a lot has changed. most important thing is that... Larry is no longer with me. I still think of him.. its just he will always have a special place in my heart. 11 years.. tons of changes but at the end... how many 11 years can someone actually look back on?