July 19, 2004
This, I guess, is the building in which we lived. But I'm not sure. Somehow, I still remember our phone number then, but don't remember the exact address.
Funny how much closer, or smaller, everything seems when you're an adult. I remembered all those loooong walks back from school, but now it was nothing, I didn't even notice how I got to where I think we lived then... And just imagine, this little Asian boy - who now lives where I did all those years ago - he'd also feel like this someday...