I've decided to keep a journal of our experiences. We've seen so many amazing things that I just want to have some kind of record of them. On this world, San Francisco feels like a small town. We've been here almost eighteen hours, and we haven't seen a single person who didn't look content. No crime, no polution, or poverty... no racial strife. Maybe it's because there is a lottery here that simply gives out money whenever you want it. The sad thing is, we only have three days here.I'm starting to wish we could stay forever... I've never seen so many people that are just -- happy. Quinn doesn't understand how at home i feel here. He doesn't understand how tired I feel sometimes. Sliding takes its toll. But of course I have my own issues about Quinn anyway. Part of me is really scared of what I feel for him. I don't think I could handle it if anything happened to him. And so I push him away -- even though I don't want to. I don't know...it's all so complicated. After those kissses we shared...it made it all the worse. I just don't think I could handle being involved like that with him. I think I love him yet I can't let myself feel it for him. I just can't.

Love,

Wade

P.S. I found the most adorable dog. I want to keep him. We're calling him Henry.