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I just love flashes of inspiration that stem from random encounters.
You know that feeling when you see someone you used to know well, but don’t talk anymore?
I went to Yogurtland (a fro-yo place, for everyone who doesn’t know) with my parents and was just about to pay when an old friend, Amber, from high school (elementary school, if we’re being technical) walked in with her boyfriend.
It was really nice to see her — I generally forget about my high school “friends” (people who I was friends with because we were in the same classes, extracurriculars, etc. and they were good people) existence unless I see them in person, on social media (Facebook and Instagram, mainly).
But my brain was just scrambled. Like I had nothing to really talk about with her, because I wasn’t expecting it (this reason is a cop out) and really because I just didn’t know what to say besides “how are you?”, “how have you been?”, and “how’s your summer?”. There’s not enough to time to inquire about catch up when I’m about to leave and she just entered (another cop out reason).
I don’t really know what else to say about this. I’m home and part of me is in my high school life again, but the part of me that can barely start and hold a conversation brings me back to reality that it is indeed 3 years later.
It’s still good to see a familiar face and talk, if only just about the surface stuff.
Today, I’m thankful for my parents, high school friends, and hometown of Claremont, CA. They’re the reasons I’m alive and at where I’m at. My parents especially are the real MVPs of my life. There’s a statistic I read that scared me — by the time I graduated high school, I spent 80% of my life’s time with my parents, the other 20% being post-high school graduation. I don’t want that to be true with me, and so although sometimes I avoid them or write them off, I love them and can’t imagine my life without them, then, now, or in the future. Thank you, Amma and Baba. ❤

