I remember coming to America and thinking that I had bonds with friends that will never be broken. Some people here I've known for up to 10 years. I remember being convinced that on graduation day, I will graduate thinking I'm a proud student of Sha Tin College. I never felt I would be emotionally attached to all that is Palo Alto.
But in three short years, it's pretty different. In three years, days and months have gone by where I have never thought of a single person from Hong Kong and they have never thought of me. Before I left, my mom told me my high school friends don't mean much at all, and I was convinced that she was wrong. Well my mom was right. It was a bit of a bitch move by her but there are a lot of people that I haven't talked to. The few inside jokes I have with some of these people are hard to recall and require some memory stretching. Everyone is growing up
and leaving to college, and this summer may be the last time I get to see some of these guys.
Feelings are stupid.
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