My Last Mile
It is funny when you finally start enjoying being in a place that you realize that you only have a little over a month left to stay there. After that, you must move on and go to another place to start anew.
My fantasy days as a student in an American university are almost over. I found a lot of friends here, some of them even have the promise of being the type you would want to keep for life. Kristin, my roommate, the quintessential all-American girl (yes, blond hair and all), has shown me American culture…from appreciating Superbowl commercials to cooking a Thanksgiving turkey. Other friends from the law school, especially the super-great Pinays — Jackie, Lala, and our bunso, Camille — have been my moral support and reality checks. Great professors, too — Professor Fick and Professor O’Connell. These are the women I would want to be when I reach a certain age.
And yes, I have met someone who seems to be a nice person. I will no longer announce online that I am in love. I did that the last time and the relationship was a disaster. This time, I will be more cautious. Besides,will there be a future here? He will be graduating this May, too, and he has accepted an offer to teach in a university here in the US. As for me, I will be struggling to establish myself in the field of international human rights law in the middle of the Swiss Alps. I will just enjoy what has been given, I suppose. It is sad…for the first time in my life I have found someone who I can really talk to and laugh with— my only two conditions for a man. Some people actually think I just ask too much from a guy, but really, I don’t. I just want him to be someone to talk to and laugh with and this guy seems to be this "someone".
We will only be together for a short period of time. I have been contemplating for the past month and a half to start running away. I usually start running away when I know I will get hurt at the end of it all. But something always stops me from running away. Maybe I should try harder?
I am hearing music right now from Kristin’s room…More Than Words by the Extremes. Okaaayyyy…I could yell at Kristin to turn down her music or I could just not fight the urge to start sobbing.
Somehow, I just need to keep myself together. This is the last mile. I must run it well.
