If anything, I am grateful for my past few years in Boston, because of the people I have met. The people I call my friends, who are now as close as family.

I have been blessed to have friends who helped me move all my crazy stuff, from one apartment to another.

Friends who stayed awake through the night with me, when I have been sick. Friends who made sure I had good food to eat when I was down with fever and cold.

Friends who lent me a new laptop when mine broke.

Friends who call every week to check in with me, even when I’ve been antisocial. Friends who pick up my call, any time, because they know I’m going through a bad time. Friends who been my support through my lowest moments.

Friends who are ready to pull my leg, anytime -_-.

Friends who are like family.