ROOM 301 Reunion
The five of us went out of room 301 and closed the door behind us.
We walked down the stairs to the dining room on the first floor and had our first dinner together.
When we were done, we went out, and sat on the sidewalk.
I don’t remember what we talked about, but I remember leaning forward to get a look at the girl in Bed A, and thinking how she was so chill and unafraid to speak out, and how I could be a bit more like her.
I remember looking at the other girls one by one, wondering what they were like, but I don’t think I imagined that they and ate and the two freshmen who would join our room next year would become people I would hold close to my heart. ♡
Many years have passed since that night.
We lived through nights as a super typhoon ripped through the town, fought against rats in an old rental house, and thrown up at the side of the road after a night out drinking (well, they threw up and I took care of them because I was the only non-drinker 😂).
There were boys and heartbreaks, banging on doors, and tears in the rain. There were instant noodles and cigarette smoke, singing to one of us playing the guitar, and beating each other’s high scores on Zuma.
There have been three marriages, two childbirths, and two one-way tickets.
Next month on this day for the first time in many years, all eight of us will be at the same point under the big, big blue sky.
Something about the timing of that made me write about them (also, I don’t have many things to write about 😅).
Maybe it’s just a coincidence and I’m just being nostalgic, but I like to think that maybe it’s the world’s way of reminding me that even though we closed the door to room 301 a long time ago and even though we walk on different paths in life, I do not walk alone. 😊