So after graduation, I sort of want to move to Hawaii or Macau or Socal. Someplace sunny and warmer than San Francisco, that's for sure. It's freeeeeezing cold here all the time (thankfully, Berkeley's warmer). Oftentimes I imagine how life would be like far far away from home.
And every time Sam calls me fat or ugly or makes fun of my lousy parking, or when I get into a heated argument with my mom and dad, I want to move out all the more. Kinda.
But then I know I'll probably end up missing my parents and good ol' Sammyboy a lot after I move. Sigh.
Sam and me in Philadelphia, Summer 2008.
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