This year is the last year of my twenties. When I look back and try to remember what has happened over the past decade, it seems like a swarm of things happened in a blink of an eye. But in reality, 10 years is a long time.
Last Christmas I went to Bali with two girlfriends. I’ve known them from my grad school days in the UK. During that one year period, they were two of my closest friends – N and P. While P is Indonesian and I got to meet her regularly, N is Russian – she’s still living the UK, and I haven’t met her since I left – five years ago. We still keep in touch though, and finally, she decided to visit Indonesia.