By Kenny Mah
Madness! I do not believe I am still packing! (Neither can my parents, for that matter, but don’t tell them that.) Why didn’t I finish earlier? Stupid, stupid, stupid. My eyes are bleached out from lack of sleep for days, just chatting up old friends and doing silly things like reading comics I won’t get to touch for two whole years.
Maybe not so silly after all.
I need this. This is my way of saying Goodbye. I’ve spent a week on a road trip across Malaysia, meeting as many friends as possible before leaving.
Now it’s time for my dearest friends of all: my room and my treasures.
This is what I’m really giving up. My family and friends stay with me, I hope, for the entire journey, however they may change. I am just worried I may change so much so that these material things may not mean that much to me anymore. I have faith with people, but not possessions.
So I caress my books, my comics, my CDs while I still can, and press them like fresh flowers into my memory.