This weekend two of my friends, Xianjie and Jeremy, will be flying off to Tokyo where they will be embarking on their (double) degrees at Waseda. We caught up yesterday in an afternoon that began with xiaolongbao at Din Tai Fung and ended with black chocolate cake at Select Books.
My calendar is full of meetings – close friends, not-so-close friends, people I haven’t seen in a long time. Everyone wants to meet up to say hello and goodbye. It’s lovely to meet up with all of them and have long overdue catch-up sessions, but sometimes these goodbyes and farewells only make me impatient.
My suitcases lie open and empty on the floor, covered with sheets of plastic so the cat doesn’t get at them. I’d like to get packing for real, but it’s way too early to do that, and I wouldn’t have any clothes left to wear. I know that when the time comes I’m going to run around going crazy trying to remember everything that I know I’ll forget, but right now all I can do is bide my time till then. It feels a little bit like limbo (although still better than getting stuck in a long-haul flight, which I hate).
I’m getting really excited about what lies ahead. In true kiasu Singaporean fashion, I want to take all the modules and join all the clubs. When I get to Cardiff reality’s going to hit and I may end up not joining anything at all (which was what happened in Wellington in 2009), but right now the fun’s in the speculation.
P.S. This is pretty unrelated, but it’s also the sweetest, cutest thing I’ve seen in awhile: