She looked at me with kind, smiling eyes and asked if I was okay. I quickly nodded, said an eager ‘yes’ and mirrored her kind eyes. I quickly sipped on my cocktail to attest. My cocktail tastes really… fall. It’s real nice. Was I really lying to her, then?
It’s real beautiful here in Vancouver. There are so many Japanese maples burning up in vivid reds. It’s unlike anything back home.
Maybe things are not bad. Maybe they’re just different. Things are definitely different. But people have been forgetting about me and it doesn’t feel good. I think about what my expectations are and how I might have been coddled by friends and loved ones back home.
Amsterdam. Japan. Hawaii.
I regret ordering a second drink. I wish I had company.