From 1st grade to 4th grade, I studied in a school very near my mother’s workplace. It was actually so far from where we live. I remember being fetched by the schoobus at 5am! The only reason my parents enrolled me to that school was I can stay (and play around) my mother’s workplace in the afternoon.

Then on 5th grade, my parents decided I should be enrolled to a school nearer to our house. Well, it’s the nearest “competitive” co-ed school, I guess. That was the time, my sister and brother started kindergarten and nursery, respectively. It would make sense enrolling us 3 in the same school.

Anyway, the transfer was abrupt. I had no chance to say goodbye to my few friends, 3 that I could remember. Just the other day, I was browsing my cousin’s Facebook (who studied and graduated from the same grade school) when I thought of checking her list of friends. One particular surname caught my eye. Is it possible that this girl is related to one friend that I’ve been looking for?

I saw a familiar name. Familiar ‘coz she sort of dropped her first name and is now using her second name. I added her hoping she’s the right person and that she still remembers me.

Yes it’s her! We exchanged messages. I suddenly felt old. (Wait, I know I don’t look old ‘coz I use the best wrinkle cream in the market. I just felt old.) I felt that yes I made some faults but chose to be responsible of the consequences and made the right decisions.

But guess what? I’m only halfway the journey! I say, bring it on!