Last year, seems like a distant past.
On our way home, I lost the most important thing I bought that trip.
To tell you frankly, I am afraid. Of mostly everything.
But I’m more afraid of not crossing, so this year I’m making a list of all that I’m afraid of,
and I’m crossing them out one by one
I just got off the phone with my sister, I asked her, “When are you moving out?”
“I already did!” she says.
This is the intersection going to her house. I spent many nights in her tiny apartment. It’s probably smaller than my room in Manila but I love it. We went home to that tiny place after many adventures. I can’t believe that the next time I cross this walk, I won’t end up walking toward the little drug store on the left.