Resilience

The end is nigh. The future is wreathed in possibilities. I hope for the best.

A Call

After 3 months, a call. I wasn't as excited as I thought I would be but enough to keep glancing at my phone intermittenly for the tell-tale buzz. The connection was pretty sucky and it was surprising, considering NZ isn't Timbuktu. Talk came easy, which I suppose is because we haven't spoken for 3 months and I don't think you've changed much. But silence, comfortable and familiar, started to seep in; not just a result bad connection, I believe. Well, it was nice catching up and it's good to know you like it in NZ. Until then, Eug.