Photo: Phan Nam
It’s been quite a while since my last journal. I was so caught up with the release of Moonbow Express Platform 3 that it had been the only thing in my mind for days. Creating the MailChimp’s template, making a promo video, sending out the PDF versions, editing all kinds of documents… I enjoyed doing all of those but at the same time, it drained my energy and took up so much time. Also, the quest of finding a sublet here in Boston hasn’t helped at all. Okay, it was a nightmare to be honest.
But finally, I got approved today: perfect location, affordable price, quick response. I’m not sure if there’s any problem waiting ahead but after reading the text from the current tenant, I decided to call it a day and rushed to Starbucks, treat myself something nice and some quiet time. My poor Bear, on the other hand, had to go to work. Seriously, I don’t know how I could manage without him even though sometimes he drives me nut.
I can’t remember the last time I sat outside of a coffee house and enjoyed a chilling afternoon like this. It’s quite a rare thing in Texas and the streets’ ambience is not that nice, that artsy, that lively. I do miss Texas now and then, especially our night dates at our favorite coffee houses full of pretentious hipsters and fashionistas or my visits to my aunts’ houses. Knowing that those days would never come back make me sad a little bit. But life is good now and I couldn’t ask for more. I have my love and my friends here.
Talking about friends, today Bear told me he treasured our friends here so much more than he had expected. “I never pictured myself getting in this kind of situation,” he explained. “You know, almost homeless.” I’ve been watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S lately. When he said so, the iconic song popped up in my mind, “I’ll be there for you.” I used to regret that I didn’t have a chance to experience the real college life since I barely had friends back then and I am not so fond of my alma mater. Little did I expect I found that kind of experience in Boston.
Sometimes I wondered if the people who are so close to us here would be our lifetime friends. Becoming a friend with someone in the adulthood feels so different than in our high school time. The romantic sense of lifetime has gone and there is no way to trace it back. Childhood has a special X factor which can immortalize almost anything. Nonetheless, I really love them and wish we could always be here for each other. Or at least, I hope they will become successful and lead a happy life as they all deserve it.
The Time Of Our Lives
Last weekend, H.P., L., Zi, Bear and I went on a hiking at Mohawk Trail. Even though Bear and I are as lazy as the laziest people you could imagine, Mohawk Trail had been on our bucket list for a while. Sharing a ride with Zi and listening to her songs reminded me of all the good time we have had. We are three roaming girls who didn’t care, weren’t afraid, lived young, were wild and shiet. I have doubted a lot about myself but there’s one thing I’m always sure: being in a car on a road trip with us is such an awesome experience for almost anyone. We know how to have fun on the road.
And I hope everyone who ever crosses my life path has a time of their life.
It’s something unpredictable but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
Good Riddance, Green Day
P/s: I started this entry when the coffee house was playing some hit song. Somewhere along my writing, I heard Bohemian Rhapsody, and as I wrapped it up, Eagles was singing California Hotel. Nothing special, I just want you to know what a fulfilled afternoon it is for me. So contented.