It seems like just yesterday that two of my housemates and I squeezed ourselves into this photo booth. When in reality one of them left yesterday morning. Julianne, I’ll forever remember the scene of watching you leave on the airport shuttle as we stood outside our apartment on a drizzly morning. I turned to my left to see Nicole and Lily crying. Me, I felt as if I was dreaming. It didn’t quite sink in until one by one everyone left the house for class and I was alone. For once the house felt empty, leaving me in no mood for the trek home. I know we’ll meet again someday, whether in Singapore or back here in San Francisco.
That doesn’t stop me from wishing you were still here though.