This time last year

It feels really good that special memories hang there at the back of your mind like it just happened yesterday.

St. Pat's day spent in Chicago with Z, 2012. How lovely is this memory. It shines like a bright spark in my unreliable memory. It was beautiful because it was spent with someone who thinks that I am special, because it was filled with good food, coffee and cheers, because it involved a beautiful city whose charm I just discovered.

One day I hope to go back there, and maybe you'll still be in the city and I will ask you to come with me, to relieve that moment again; once upon a time on a lovely day in the spring break.

From iPhone

I'm writing this post as I enter almost-peak-hour train. One of the perks of working in the company's where I worked now is that I can end the work day relatively early. It's a lovely feeling to see the sun when you exited the office for the day.
She's in town this week, she my old, quirky friend. She made a decision last year to go back to Indo for good. What a brave girl. I will never be able to do that and I sincerely wish her well.
December last year another friend left too. We are at the point of our lives where we made decisions that make our paths diverge, often a point where they will not converge again.
There a sense of loss, but really it's all about trudging bravely in our own chosen path and say a little prayer that life will be so kind that it will bring us together again, even if for a fleeting moment.