From an Airport

I stopped writing for a while. Half because I got busy, half because, I don’t know. I stopped feeling like a writer.

I’m in an airport as I write this, but won’t be anymore when you read it. I’m on my way to Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam, where I will rendezvous with my mom, my sister Amy, and my brother Marvin. My flights were booked later and as a result, I’m travelling separately from them.

Uber-Long Post

Wow. I did not expect to be busy once back. The complete opposite, actually. The majority of my friends reside in other countries and I thought my social life would sag, at least at first. You always hear about people having trouble meeting up with existing friends and making new friends after university. Thankfully, I have a huge extended family and there’s always something going on. So I’ll try my best to catch you up to what I’ve been doing since getting back. 

Advice For A 17-Year-Old

Somewhere on the other side of the ocean, my sister turns 17 today. This is to her.

From what I hear, you’re a lot like I was at your age. Chasing dreams, refusing to leave the clouds when the ground called. But the ground’s going to get louder now. September will bring your last year of high school. Adults will be asking you to make big choices that they say will impact your life, although yesterday they still considered you a child.

Friends and Family

I'm just going to litter this post with pictures of my brother and me.
I’m just going to litter this post with pictures of my little brother and me.

I was trying so hard to get used to the idea of my little brother getting older. For the past three months I was going around in a stupor, repeating to myself “Bub’s going to be twelve soon. Bub’s going to be twelve soon.” I convinced myself of it. Then I got home and discovered he was only going to be eleven and I picked him up in a huge hug and yelled “Thank god! You’re too little to be big!”