"How do you want to remember the last 5 years?" This is a question that has been on my mind for a while, and there were so many ways I have wanted to go about it: I thought of writing an essay because I love to write, I thought about making a video montage because I wanted to show off my (very poor) video editing skills, and I even thought of getting everyone together for a really big 'family' photo. Of course, being a millennial, I decided that the best way to remember these 5 years is to upload them to Instagram. So here are the best 10 I could find to show what those years meant to me. The last 5 years meant dinner parties to celebrate something at Cheryl's house, they meant photos with random people in front of the truck, they meant having 'meetings' amongst ice boxes and beer kegs, they meant shamelessly going around with a makeshift 'advertisement' board at a festival, they meant eating together, they meant having 'omakase' onigiri tastings across a kitchen table at 2am, they meant baking muffins together, they meant surviving the heat in Sentosa for an outdoor event, they meant drunken nights, and they meant gathering everyone together for a night of drinking at Jess' house. Truth be told, there is so much more to the last 5 years. There's the early morning call times and responding to each other in heavy grunts and yawns, there's late night suppers talking to each other about how exhausted we are, and then there's also the occasional "It's okay, it's okay" when what I really meant to say is "Can you stop being stupid and move?" And still, I can never imagine having done all of those things with anybody else. Jess and Cheryl always tell me that I "sold my youth" to them, and in a way, I guess it's true. I was barely 21 when I first met them, 26 when I left. But when I look back at it all, I don't regret it. You just can't regret something you know you grew from, matured from, and learned so much from. Even if it meant "selling away my youth". So, how do I want to remember the last 5 years? Simple: I want to remember those years and have them serve as a reminder that I was truly happy. Because I was. I really was. (at Let's Meet) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLhaNiLrJ5D9cCZYimecpLYBgY5Zahs-kIJeMc0/?igshid=dyd1d2fq4z03
