So now I think it’s final. I’ve turned in my notice to all my friends, family, and business associates so there’s no turning back at this point. Good or bad, it’s better to do this now then contemplate it any further and procrastinate, or worse yet, to become complacent with where you’re at and what you’re doing. I hate living life wondering what could’ve happened or could’ve been if I had made a different decision in my life. No one should live that way as life is too short (pardon the cliche).
The next quest now is to figure out when in January we should leave. It looks more and more like it’ll be toward the end, closer to my birthday and definitely before Vietnamese New Years. It’s suppose to be bad luck to travel during that time and particularly so if you’re starting over. You have to have consistency and stability the first week of New Year or else the entire year will bring you nothing but bad luck. I do not need that right now. It doesn’t really matter if it’s before or after New Year, it just can’t be during that time. I’d like to start out the year with a bit of luck and visceral positivity. Where are we moving to? Bangkok.
In anticipation of our departure, my buddy from law school came down to see me this weekend. While I had a fantastic time catching up with him and meeting his new gf, I was astounded by the fact that he has not changed, physically or socially, in the seven years I’ve known him. Some people have a knack for maintaining their looks without much effort, and while most credit genetics, I simply believe that they are just damn fastidious about hygiene and exercise. If you eat right, take care of yourself by spending more than 10 minutes on yourself every day, and exercise, you can literally live for a long time. It’s interesting that people usually blame the media, their parents for perpetuating their bad habits, and genetics for all their problems. I say that after 20, you’re on your own so deal with it!
As I saw my friend extricate himself from his new sleek black Z4, I realized that the part of him that’s changed is financial. He makes more money now than in our law school days when we had to share hotdogs and each other’s rice portions because we couldn’t afford a decent meal. I think we were much thinner too because of it. In the last few years, he’s done quite well for himself, creating a niche at corporate America where his Harvard degree still stands prominent at any interview level and ubiquitous eye-winking from those that had preceded him from the same familial institution. Life has treated him well.
Pretty women has always been my friend’s mainstay. He perpetually has a beautiful woman on his arm. It’s almost as if they are extensions of him. He adores them in different shapes, sizes, and ethnicities, but always the constant factor of being beautiful. This is probably due to the fact that my friend is probably the most charming and out-going guy on this side of the state. He is always polite and courteous, with a halo of positivity that permeates those around him, and he is an overall nice guy. Sad but true that those qualities all wrapped in one package are quite rare these days. True to his nature, he is the same to me every time we talk. But what makes my friend stand out is that he has always been honest with me, whether it’s about my issues or his, you can always count on him to be consistently honest.
In the seven years I’ve known him, he has maintained the same level of friendship and affection that any true person would. That’s what makes him special. I’ve only met one other person like him in my entire life, and I wisely married him. My friend and my husband are good friends. They enjoy each other’s company tremendously as they have many things in common. I only see my friend once a year, when I make the journey to Newport Beach or when he comes in my neck of the woods – which has not been often enough. The last visit was prompted by the news that we are packing up and moving to Thailand and the inevitable….
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