As the cold has seeped into my body since the begging of winter and injected me with the proper vaccines for cold, January and February will test if such weatherly medicine works with blizzards and snow storms. Not just storms of precipitation and wind, but also of intense planning for two large events. I've got to bundle up- it's going to be a tough ride!
And the storms will blow away with the procession of spring in March and April. Reverse nostolgia will cast within me regrets of the last things I can do as a college student and I will do what I can not after May. At this time, ehe sun will rise brighter, trees and grass will revive greener, and I will grow more mature as I prepare for graduation in May.
After graduation, I'll rush over via road trip with my Grandpa's car, his graduation gift, to the East Coast to see my friends engagement ring fulfill its promise. My 22 year old friend Elena is the first of my peers to say "I do". I'll wish them the best in their marriage and they'll wish me the best in my internship which will be down the Atlantic in Washington D.C. The internship will end and I'll take my time going home. I'll stop by Philedelphia and New York and scrape my way through the rust belt.
As the heat of the sun dissipates into a cool night breeze in September, I will be off to Europe with my cousin. I will reunite with friends who used to learn Japanese with me in the morning, drunk tea in the afternoon, and say "kanpai" with me at night. Cheers!
And by November I will be 23 and vagrant. I'll return to my lonely city of Chicago, having found so many beautiful things in the world and no one to share it with. I will be without school to achieve slip of paper. I will be without love to make my life meaningful. I will be without a job to keep my mind off of this. And this cringe of my heart, the destinationless pats in my mind, the longing for a new journey will send me somewhere I've never been. I will move away from Chicago for a new land. Perhaps San Franciso. Or Melbourne. Or Vancouver.
December will sneak in as does a hidden disease buried under layers of flesh. I'll be wishing I was home for the holidays. I will have started my new life at a time when families gather and friends reunite, but at a place where I have neither. Alone I will be with my only comforts being my memories of home and my dreams to come. Two things that will be so distant at the time.
I will wish I had found a cubicle where I will sit from 9 until 5 while living a stable life, instead of traveled.
I will wish to back in the sure procrastination of homework and finals, instead of having graduated. I will wish to be home with familiar kindness and kind familiarity.
And then alas, at some arbitrary spot on earth at a unique time in my life, I will say once again, "Happy New Year" and welcome 2010. I am amazed. So much happened in 2009!
Comments (1)
1. Fuck you Phillip Ozaki. Chicago won't be alone. I'm not going anywhere, for certain. Just call me you bastard. >:O
2. I was gonna ask, how are you getting to the wedding... but nevermind >_<"
3. Ya didn't tell me you got an internship!?! Congrats!
4. I can barely plan for this week, how in the world have you planned your year.
5. Sorry for being vulgar in that first one. lol. I was offended, but who knows, I could be wrong, you could be wrong, we could all be wrong! I wish I were little again.