So today I don't have to do go out of my way to do something random. The high school reunion tea was today, and it was great to go back to AC and meet up with everyone again. People who said they were coming came, and people who said they weren't coming came. It was all good. It was just nice being there again, and realising that some things never will change. Like Dr Ong's speeches.
I loitered until I was amongst the last left, and somehow I just couldn't bring myself to leave Dover. It's funny; I didn't really expect myself to be this nostalgic, especially since quite a few of the people who were significant to me weren't there. Cheryl in Cornell, Ally in Shanghai... The sense of diaspora was just tangible over the chatter and nostalgia.
I only wished I could have gotten the chance to talk to everyone I wanted to.
A chronicle of nose growth
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
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