Is what I’m thinking about as I’m typing here.
Another friend and I said farewell to each other today.
The reality hit me hard. At one point, I almost bursted into tears (again).
I’m not dreaming. I’m leaving for China…
UCLA Extension found out about me not actually enrolled into the program, they gave me an ultimatum asking me to pay for my tuition by October 8. I told them that I’m leaving on Oct 14 so don’t bother. They replied that I had, not 30, but just 14 days to exit the country that I had been residing in for three whole years.
It was like the bouncer found out that I was underage and I didn’t pay for my own drinks, so they tried to pluck me out of the crowd.
Then I said, “How dare you. I’ll walk.”
But after I walked the walk for about a mile, I couldn’t talk the talk. Because I broke down crying, missing all the pals whom I wouldn’t be able to say proper goodbyes “under the influences.”
Would I be doing this after I’m back in China? I hear you ask.
PS. Check out the latest #RBYZ episode featuring myself. It reads narcissistic. Hope it doesn’t sound so. Judge it for yourself.