The DM That Changed My Life
It was an uneventful Thursday afternoon. Then I got a message from the head of HR.
When I applied for a student visa, I never dreamed that this could be the outcome.
E. and I hadn't spoken to each other since we were teenagers.
"I’m sorry that I had to end it and I’m very sorry that I did not want to fix it."
“Hello Nick,” I replied. “I am so pleased to get your email."
After receiving the text from my sister, I knew nothing would be the same.
With each ignored message and cancelled meet-up, I started to feel like a crazy ex-boyfriend. What had gone wrong?
Like the beginning of any relationship, things between Kettle Chips and I started out sweet.
I often wonder, if I hadn't replied to that text—if I'd stayed in bed watching 'Gossip Girl'—could I have avoided being hurt?
My mum has had the same phone for nearly a decade now. A battered, pay-as-you-go Blackberry with no data or wifi compatibility.
The sad fact is that outside of family and close friends, I think Domino’s might be my longest running correspondence.
Reclined on my bed, I resembled, both in posture and atmosphere, the iconic life drawing scene in 'Titanic.'