This is it.
I have less than four full weeks before I leave for college. My tickets have just been confirmed – I’m flying on SQ026 on the night of Friday, 29 August. Xinwei will be on the same flight until she switches to Lufthansa from Frankfurt to Boston, leaving me to make a domestic connection in New York alone (which involves changing airports – from JFK to La Guardia).
I’d better start packing. I’ve been chasing everyone, from Terence to Gen, to pack early, and yet I can’t bring myself to do more than throw a few sweaters in a suitcase. What should I take with me, and more importantly, what should I leave behind? My friends, my family, my church, my books, my habits, my familiar haunts, the local sights, sounds and cuisine… those I know I cannot take with me. At least there isn’t a limit on carry-on memories.
And before everyone gets the wrong idea, this isn’t romantic nostalgia. It’s more a empirical understanding of what a major change of scenery awaits me.
In other news, the annual summer social season is coming to an end. The first wave of people have already started to leave, and the next wave of departures follows just two weeks later. It’s been fun while it lasted