I had Random.org select a page for me and it selected page 103.
I can’t remember the last time he did that with us at home. I’m happy to have this moment with just us but I can’t help but feel a teeny bit guilty that Ma, Lily and Michael aren’t here.
Sometimes I wonder whether Alex and I had anything besides a hometown in common anymore. We had been so compatible when we were little: making rollercoaster rides out of odd stuff around the house, pretending the living-room carpet was lava, hosting dog pageants with Alex’s Puppy In My Pocket toys. Friendships were easier when you were a kid.
Airports are the true chaotic evil.
There are too many things happening around me. Too many people in a hurry, too many people lazing around, too many announcements on the overhead speakers, and way too many tearful goodbyes.
Anarchy reigns in my little corner. My mom is on the phone, saying goodbye to her ten million friends, and my dad looks like he already regrets agreeing to go on a month-long trip to Bangladesh with her. Even with my earphones in, JFK Airport is too loud.