Dear

I’ve never liked the idea of counting time, except maybe when I’m exercising, or cooking, and waiting for the breaks to come. Counting days, weeks, months, and years horrifies me the most. Sometimes, I just want to forget what date today is, what month today is, what time it is now, only so that I can enjoy whatever I am doing now without realizing that I will be going back home, soon. Dear oh dear, it is April already. Without counting it, I know that I will be in the plane heading back to Indonesia in two and a half months. Dear oh dear, Sitka is just too small to not be loved.

Dear 15 minutes-walk to school and 20 minutes-walk back home,

Dear sitting on the hallway with others for lunch because we’re just too cool to sit in the commons,

Dear seven periods Mondays that I love,

Dear second’s semester A day that never gave me homework,

Dear 10 minutes-change after school and 10 minutes-walk to the soccer field,

Dear the swan lake that’s frozen in winter and let me ice skate on it,

Dear, I just can’t write all the things

To be continued