I watched the green scenery from my seat as the wind went inside the almost-empty train through the window I opened, slightly blowing my chocolate, shoulder-length hair.

After rummaging through my big-sized ivory tote bag, I took out my phone, sending a text to my mom that I will be home soon. After making sure that it was successfully sent, I turned off my phone, not wanting any business back in America disturb my short sudden vacation.

I put my phone in the deepest part of my bag, not even wanting to touch it for the next couple of days. I resumed my activity of admiring how well the blue hues of the sky matched the green ones of the trees and open fields perfectly. Clouds were scattered upon the light blue sky like silver linen, the leaves of the trees moving gracefully at the same pace as the summer breeze.

It feels good to escape the bustling city and uncomfortable work suits, high heels and tight buns once in a while. You can’t even see the sky from New York; the skyscrapers prevent you from doing so. People don’t lie when they say nature relieves stress the best. Jessica must’ve envied me right now.

I could feel a single raindrop fell, wetting a part of my cheek. Summer rain? I closed the window, afraid that the rain might get worse and drench me.

Now that I still have some time before arriving to the train station, let me share you some things about me, shall we?

Working as a lawyer means a lot of work and stress, especially when your job specializes in divorces. It means listening to broken couples fight over everything, everyday. It’s a rare occasion if a couple decides to separate calmly, agreeing things out without all the useless shouting and bringing up of past mistakes. Sometimes, I wonder why I even wanted this job.

Oh, right. At first, I dreamed of being an environmental lawyer. Won’t it be great to defend nature, making it a better place for the next generations to come? But as soon as I arrived in America, I realized that there’s a high divorce rate. High divorce rate = a lot of divorces = more potential clients = more money. As a young broke student in a foreign country, the thought of it sounded great. Sure, Jessica, my partner, and I became rich, but trust me, it’s a miserable job.

To get that job, I left everything I have back here. My parents. My friends. And someone who isn’t in neither of those two.

What is he doing now? Does he ‘live the life’ too like I do? How does he look? Will he go to the reunion? What did he feel about… me? What if he hates me? Or what if he understands? Did I make the right decision six y