I'm leaving New Zealand. It's the morning of departure, and I get up, and have a little private breakfast, like some cereal or something. Then I'm talking to somebody, perhaps my brother, and I mention how it's a bummer when you have a lame breakfast and then there's a good breakfast, but you're already full, and he says well we're about to experience it. In the main part of the house (which is unfamiliar), everyone has gathered and my Aunt Sharon has cooked a big breakfast for us all.

We go in there for some more breakfast, and the subject comes to a pretty blonde girl who lives there, and why we hadn't got together during this trip. Somebody jokes that it was because I had been having sex with some boy, which I don't really dispute; I don't remember it, but it seems undeniable, like it's some known fact, that was supposed to be a secret but now everybody knows. They joke he's the only one of them I have been inside. The girl says something about me living too far away.

But I have kind of a crush on the girl, and I feel bad that things have gone this way. Now that the subject has come up, I would like to get to know her better, but I have to leave today.

I don't remember anything until a few hours later, and we're driving to the airport. I'm sitting in the back cargo space of a hatchback, with a few items of luggage, and we're almost there. I'm thinking about what I need for the flight, realizing that I only have two nicotine packets, when I realize that we totally forgot to load up my stuff. I tell my mom, who is driving, but she says it's not her fault, I should have noticed.

So we arrive at the airport, but by that time I have decided that I can't go. I'm telling mom, I can't go without my stuff. She suggests that we just have it shipped, and I'm thinking through what I will have to do without. But also we didn't bring my car, which was supposed to come along somehow, and I say how am I supposed to get along without my car? How am I even supposed to get home from the airport, and then get around for a few days? No, the only reasonable option is to delay my ticket and get my stuff.

As we go into the airport, I'm looking for where I need to go, what desk I need to find, to ask them about changing my ticket. But first I need to decide how long to delay it for. It seems that 24 hours is most likely, since the itinerary probably repeats. But I want to spend some more time with the girl, maybe this is the opportunity. I could stay for longer. Why did we pick today to return anyway, was it my decision? What day is it anyway? I check my watch, it is Wednesday. Because of the date line, the flight departs on Wednesday and also returns on Wednesday, so I was trying to get back mid-week. I could easily delay it a day, to Thursday. But two days would be Friday, and I might as well stay the whole weekend. But that seems like a big change of plans, mostly for the girl, when she may not be interested anyway. So I decide, 24 hours is the only reasonable choice, and continue looking for who to talk to about it.