2009 final ep: Life, and the Heart, Goes On

Posted by theoriginalfatmama on February 22, 2010 · 1 Comment 

October. The month where I turned all of 32. But not before I made another trip to the NYC, my newly beloved (where I actually bumped into Mr Reed Space, jeffstaples himself, at the Katz’s Deli of When-Harry-Met-Sally and orgasmic-pastrami-sandwich fame!). It could have been the unstable emotional state, or it simply might have been just my unstoppable shopping streak, but I spent a ton this time. Didn’t exactly help either when I finally had to make a near-36-hour trip back home – and ended up spending my ENTIRE birthday tens of thousands of feet up in the air. Well, at least I was near heaven, or so I wanted to think. I thought I would at least get some special birthday treat from the good folks of SQ, but nah. They aren’t that good after all.

The heart continued to ache. And the chicks got first-hand news of it. And so in true chick-style, they boarded the plane from hometown to lend me their shoulders in person. I adore them to bits.

The boys here? They just ate and ate and ate with me, hoping the food would fill up the void left in the other organ in my body.

Summer is the best time for barbeques, most would say. But in a hot, sticky place like Honkers, methinks BBQ is the sweetest in fall.

November. Probably one of the quietest months of the year, though I was drowned in work. We almost got the chop, but apparently we survived. Miraculously. Or not.

I just continued to work. Continued to eat, continued to get drunk.
I continued to ache, and I continued to simply make soup.

December. December! I was so looking forward to December! For one, December’s the default party month. This particular December too, I was slated for almost a month-ful of travel. Mostly work though, still I was glad to get out for fresher air after being cooped up in the Honks for the whole of November.

I returned to Seoul, this time with my bunch, to crash a party but ended up pretty much drunk for most of the trip. Couple of my folks missed their return flights, but I stumbled my way back in time to make the trip to Beantown again. Just in time. I know Mom brought me up to be a better person, but ah well. It’s December. And Mom didn’t have to know this.

The week in Beantown, almost healed me. Just almost. I missed the snowstorm that would hit the week after I left, and I also missed the unnecessary heartache because this time, I decided to speak. A 7-11 coffee and a glove was all it took to warm my heart again. I spoke, and I knew I was right.

I left Beantown, my heart beating once again.

I almost ended the year without a single trip to my favorite land, but my Lady Luck – a.k.a. my lady boss – smiled upon me just a couple weeks before and said, “You’re going to Japan.” After the upheavals at work for the past eleven months, I actually felt blessed.
Three words: I love Kyoto.
Wait, three more: I love Japan.

I returned to the Honks just in time for the Christmas-New Year party week, which included a couple of impromptu runaways to Shenzhen.

When it all came to an end, I didn’t really want 2009 to end.

*****

This pretty much sums up my 2009.

I ate a lot. I traveled much. And as you can see, there are only those few people I have – only those few people who keep appearing in my camera.
But I don’t need a lot. These few might just suffice for the rest of my life – in the Honks.

What happens to my heart now then?
It still beats.
Let’s wait and see.
I am waiting to see myself.

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