Mexico, almost 2 years ago
I miss Mexico as much as i miss its many cobbled streets. And i miss Mexico as much as the many warm kisses and embraces i received.
Last year in Hong Kong, it dawned on me suddenly, that then was exactly a year ago when i dragged 2 huge suitcases and a bloated heart onto the plane to a place i hardly knew. Only heard of, and very vaguely too. And now that i'm on a frenzied job search, i keep seeing "Universidad de las Americas, Puebla" every time i refer to my CV. The memories flood back til i swear i could almost smell the way my dorm room smelt. A mixture of soap suds and bananas, paper and body lotion. So comforting then, it masked how cold and empty my room actually was. No bed spread, no proper pillow, not even a heater for the cold months.
The relationship between Polo and i has now become a deep friendship of some sort. It's like we've a huge ocean in between us, and not too sure whether we'd actually see each other again til we die. And yet - we both know that the day i step onto Mexican soil again, he'd be there at the airport to pick me up and swing me round, just like how we've always talked about. I miss him tremendously. And i'm sure it's not just the fact that he bedded me the 2nd night i reached Puebla. It's more than that. He's always going to be the charming Mexican who swept me off my feet the first time we met with those greenish-blue eyes. So soulful, and so full of conversation.
sigh. I wanna go back someday. I will.
Last year in Hong Kong, it dawned on me suddenly, that then was exactly a year ago when i dragged 2 huge suitcases and a bloated heart onto the plane to a place i hardly knew. Only heard of, and very vaguely too. And now that i'm on a frenzied job search, i keep seeing "Universidad de las Americas, Puebla" every time i refer to my CV. The memories flood back til i swear i could almost smell the way my dorm room smelt. A mixture of soap suds and bananas, paper and body lotion. So comforting then, it masked how cold and empty my room actually was. No bed spread, no proper pillow, not even a heater for the cold months.
The relationship between Polo and i has now become a deep friendship of some sort. It's like we've a huge ocean in between us, and not too sure whether we'd actually see each other again til we die. And yet - we both know that the day i step onto Mexican soil again, he'd be there at the airport to pick me up and swing me round, just like how we've always talked about. I miss him tremendously. And i'm sure it's not just the fact that he bedded me the 2nd night i reached Puebla. It's more than that. He's always going to be the charming Mexican who swept me off my feet the first time we met with those greenish-blue eyes. So soulful, and so full of conversation.
sigh. I wanna go back someday. I will.