Flight Tickets To The Future.

Dragging a girl through town looking for a graduation dress, shoving her into dressing rooms and watching her dislike each one is my idea of nostalgia. Nothing much have changed though we’ve moved on from Daniel Yam to Coast. There won’t be any prom queens in this ceremony just valedictorians.

hahahahah. awkward much?

Zomg we are getting old.

Off you go on your six-year adventure in Boston. Decorate your crib, snag that job at the grocery store and find your tribe. There’s probably too many Asians there. Please get out from the lab once in a while. I’m gonna crash one of your classes and make fun of you. That’s a threat and a promise.

Take pictures of your shiny furnished condominium. We are going to have our reunion at your wedding, you know the one you will invite us in a year or two or three. Kidding! We’re not rushing you. She’s fantastic. Let me know where it is so I can dress for the season and the hemisphere.

I think among us you’ll take root to Kingston. Medschool pretty much seals the deal, didn’t it? I am not around for you and I know this could be your last visit. I am sorry. We are not going to fall out of each other’s lives, okay?

Law school. Do it! All your natural feist would be wasted in the hospital. Bioethicist sounds good no? Just like ‘Political Marketing’. We’re going to have to develop a knack for defining our own job description.

You and I? We’re still a little lost aren’t we? Our waking hours are difficult to coordinate when I am currently living in Australia’s timezone . We will figure out this e-tea shindig before summer’s over.

Brew those ideas and I’ll stew in mine. We’re not in a hurry to run. Stay in New York for as long as you can so I can crash your sofa when I bring you the draft of a proper business plan. But out of all of us, I’m pretty sure I’ll see you again soon soon soon.

I don’t know when I’ll see any of you again. I guess this time it’s my turn. You’ve got your big plans and I’ve got less than a year to figure things out too. I don’t have much of a goal except this: I’ll earn my own wings and traverse the East Coast of Anglo America, soonest three years from now. Maybe sooner. I’m holding on to this for my ownsanity.

You are top of my list,

the not-quite-twelve-years-old inky