i. when i was four, i very vaguely remember walking to the beach from the house (i think there were chickens in the yard, but i might have remembered inaccurately). My parents held my hands, one on each side, and we jumped in and out of the water, laughing as we ran along the waves. i was so happy.
ii. there was a tatami room with a raised up platform and paper-lined sliding doors, and my family and i slept in there for a few days. all i really remember was waking up really early to the sound of roosters and the display of traditional japanese clothing on the wall.
iii. i was taking a shower one night and saw a slug on the floor. i freaked out and ran to get my mom. i remember watching it dissolve as she sprinkled salt over its plump body.
iv. one time when we stayed over, we slept in their bedroom on the floor. i might be confusing this memory with another one, but i think it was almost my birthday and my grandmother gave me a red envelope with money and some knick knacks. i think we also went to the store and i bought a ramyun soda.
v. my grandpa kept bottles and bottles of alcohol next to the bed, and i’m pretty sure he drank every night before sleeping. i didn’t think it meant anything until i was in high school.
vi. there was a rock formation thing in the corner. it looked like it should have been a fountain, but it had no water, just a little pond of stones. they were whitish-gray i think, but i don’t really remember anymore. i wonder if i ever took a picture of it.
vii. i remember setting off fireworks in the front yard with my uncle and parents. they were red and strung on a line. i get confused because i think this was around chinese new year, but i’ve never gone home during that time. i really don’t know when that was.
viii. there was a gigantic spider in the garage once. probably the size of my palm. i ran past it with my eyes squinted and my heart beating out of my chest. i finally felt like i could breathe again when i reached the stairs.
ix. after a particularly strong typhoon hit yi-lan, pieces of the house had been knocked out and shattered. there were chunks of the roof all over the yard. my aunt had been helping to collect the pieces into a bag. there was debris everywhere. i remember suddenly feeling an overwhelming wave of sadness. i think my grandpa had just passed away.
x. this is one of my favorite memories because it still makes me laugh. my dad was standing on a ladder in the yard, trying to cut off a large fruit growing on a tree. everyone was yelling directions or words of caution. it didn’t seem like it was working, but suddenly the fruit fell and landed right on top of his head. i swear it was probably 5 pounds. everyone cracked up while trying to help him off the ladder. i took pictures to remember the moment. i think this was the last time i was at the house.
— David Levithan (via seoulobsession)
I cried because it was true and I meant it when I said it - I really, really did;
An entire lifetime with you still wouldn’t be enough.
(So how could two and a half weeks be enough?
You sounded like the ocean last night when you fell asleep, and you smelled like the first summer I spent with you. You think I’m crazy for believing in magic and you might be right, but if it wasn’t magic, how else would I have met you? You call it fate that we ended up at the same little school in the same little town, but fate, my love, is simply the magic of the universe, and I hope you know that you are the magic I had always dreamed of but never thought I’d be lucky enough to find.)
i just realized today that i haven’t been feeling really happy lately. i don’t know when i stopped feeling happy or even when it started trickling away, but it dawned on me today when i was listening to my friends talk about wonderful things happening in their lives and all i could feel was annoyance. i would call it jealousy, except i didn’t really want what they had, i just wanted to feel what they were feeling: happy. i recognize this in myself because it’s happened before. that when i lose the ability to feel happy for others, it means i am not happy myself.
i’ve been thinking of how i can be happy again. so far, i have:
-watch a musical
-take a getaway trip somewhere, anywhere
-lie on a grassy field and stargaze
-surround myself with puppies
-find a new favorite soundtrack and play it on repeat
-bake something exquisite
who knows. gotta start somewhere.
"I’ll try to see you again before I leave"
"See? That’s what I mean! It just seems like you don’t really care that much whether or not I see you again.."
"I would really like to see you again before you leave. I really really want to."