The Most Valuable Currency

*This is an excerpt from a longer story written in 2016, titled Forging a New American Dream, which is a nonfiction account of my personal relationship to money*
After three years of trying my best to save up, senior year turned out to be the one year I could afford to have a real spring break: tropical location, good friends, and some delicious drinks.  My best friend, Lucy, invited me to visit her parents in Port Saint Lucie, Florida.  It worked out nicely for everyone involved: we both got to see her family and get the warm, sunny spring break we imagined we would get at one point in our college years.

Somewhere Over the Pacific

*written mid-trip to America, whilst sleep deprived and without connection to the outside world, so take what I have to say with utmost caution, or don’t*
To say I am excited to go home is an understatement.  I’m pretty sure my countdown started at 100 days to go.  I’m so stoked that I’m sitting in seat 25K, staring out the window, wide awake on a ten-hour flight from Taipei to Vancouver, knowing full well that not getting sleep is going to be so fun later when I finally make it to Chicago.  Good news is that I’ll sleep really well tonight.  That’s for sure.