Favorite Places

I didn’t realize that I had stopped going to my favorite restaurant (of fifteen years) until about a week ago. I was out running errands when, just as strangely as the habit of going there unconsciously disappeared from my mind, it mysteriously reemerged.

I drove to Thai Noodle House, near the University of Texas campus, and sat down alone. It was at that moment that I realized why, without being aware of it, I had stopped going. Thai Noodle was not only my favorite restaurant, but was the favorite meeting place for me and my dearest friend, whom I lost unexpectedly two years prior.

I went there for the second time this weekend. I ate my lunch and paid the bill, and, in a moment of rare superstition before opening my fortune cookie, asked my friend to please send me some message of guidance:2010-05-01 17.08.39

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Seventeen days until I leave for the Arctic!

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