It feels different this time, the memories more distant yet more real at the same time. I’ve visited my hometown of Los Angeles before, when I lived in Boston, and again in Tokyo. True, the most recent trip was a while ago: two and a half years to be precise, a long weekend for a […]Read More This Was My Life
I love Los Angeles. I love it because it’s home, naturally. I remember sitting around once with a couple of friends in graduate school, and we talked about the kind of place we envisioned ourselves settling down in when we got older. Without fail, all of us circled the towns and cities where we grew […]Read More I Love L.A.
Growing up, my sister and I had divergent approaches to collecting souvenirs. We had to strategize for a reason; we couldn’t get everything we wanted, after all, give our family’s modest background. She always preferred knick-knacks. It was, I think, a combination of 1) her wanting to commemorate multiple aspects of the trip in question […]Read More Ambition, Restlessness, Progress, Purpose
I had a conversation once that I recognized was profound only in retrospect. She was a casual acquaintance – we had met through a dating site, and though there was no attraction on either side, we were lonely enough expats even after that mutual recognition to meet up two or three times for the friendly […]Read More More Than a Moment
I met him six years ago in Boston. He was my officemate. We had to feel each other out a little at first, the environment being what it was. But we became fast friends: hitting happy hours, watching sports, bitching about everyone else there. I met his on-again, off-again girlfriend (she sucked), some of his […]Read More Snapshots of a Friendship
Telling a drunk story entails risk. For those who weren’t there, who weren’t involved, the recounting is never as enjoyable. Their appreciation – if it is to be found – derives not only from the merits of the story , but from how the story plays off their knowledge of the storyteller. Yet, even with […]Read More A Sunday