[diary] 070926

K called today. It has been months since I last spoke to her, and even longer since I last saw her. We made plans to see each other next week.

We have known each other barely a year, K and I. She is a bit older than me, married, and lives by the Nike slogan, "just do it". We have completely opposite personalities, which, at times, made it a strenuous chore for me to meet up with her. But she had the gift of ability to redirect my perception somehow, to untangle my problematic thought process and simplify things for me. The seemingly daunting tasks became "no big deal" after consulting her. If not for her, I may still be sleeping on the floor and dining from the sloping surface of my Maya Lin coffee table. I have to admit that it is a rare and exceptional gift, given my resolute stubbornness.

She always said that for as long as she is around in my life, "things will pan out wonderfully" for me. Whether or not I believed in what she said, I would have to say no, but it was comforting to me that someone could imagine my prospects to be so bright. And such reassurance is what I seem to be in need of the most these days. To reconnect with her now gives me the faintest of all hopes that, maybe, the worst is over...for now.