Last day in CA

I have arrived in Boston safe and sound. And tired.

Yesterday was my last day in CA. I ran some last-minute errands using my old car, and also met some friends too. My last destination is Amsol's home. Surprisingly, Elpen is there too (For my new readers: I use code names for my friends, but you probably can guess who they are).

These days Amsol is also preparing to move. His home was very untidy yesterday, with packing boxes everywhere. The stuff will probably fit in a whole U-Haul. Elpen just came back from home, and will stay in the bay area for a little bit. We had BBQ. We talked about bottled water for the most of time (weird, isn't it?)

Finally it is my time to go. I walked out of the door, and Amsol's wife gave me a hug, and said, "You can always visit us in Christmas." I was about to cry. I got on the front seat, and Amsol's son was standing on the door step. I extended my hand, "high five." He gave me a loud one, and said to his mom, "Mom, I am now strong." He had no idea that he would be able to see me for a while. On the car, Amsol asked me how I felt, I was saying something similar to what I have already described in the previous blog entries, but I tried my best to control my voice. I arrived. Amsol got off his car, giving me a big hug (I think that is the first hug between us), and said, "Isn't it weird that we wouldn't see each other for a while?" Yes, Amsol, it is weird, especially considering that we saw each other all the time, wasting countless minutes walking to the bookstores and back, debating some nonsense, or just gossiping about the department people. For that matter, Chestina likes to joke that we are as close as a married couple. I had three suitcases. Elpen jumped out of the car, and helped me check in my luggage, while Amsol circled his car around the airport.

While waiting for my flight, I called my home and talked to my parents. Then I felt that I had a hard time to concentrating on my reading of a magazine. The reality of leaving began to sink in, and I realize that I do not want the time to pass. What if everything is a dream? Will I be happy or sad when I wake up?