Rachel the Chameleon

There is always that close friend whom you don’t need to see often to maintain that closeness. That friend knows everything happening in your life, despite the circumstances of missed time. In my case, my friend lives far away and thus we only get to meet once every two years. For the convenience of readers, let’s call him L.

We met in Starbucks. He orders his usual americano, and my usual green tea soy latte. I was ready to find a table outside for the convenience of my friend, but he shook his head. He said he had already quit smoking. That’s new, as I saw him take out a pretentious vape from his pocket.

He knew me when I got engaged, and then as a cafe owner, and then a university professor, and then a mom, and then a travel blogger, and now–a bum-by-choice.

Every time L saw me, he said, I was always different and he was always the same. He whines about working for the same corporation since graduation, but not the fact that he now has a high position and earns a monthly six-digit figure.

A few weeks from now, I will be unemployed. 8 full semesters, 2 summer semesters and 3,000 students. I have learned so much from my students. I will miss the loud laughter from the faculty office, and the green jokes of my colleagues. It really didn’t feel like work at all. Nor did it feel like four years.

Officially, I will be on ‘study leave’. But I’m not even sure if I wanted to finish masters, to finally start on my book or to climb Mt. Everest. So, I pooled whatever I had and booked myself to a Euro trip adventure of a lifetime. In my head, it sounded like a rather logical decision to do (at that time…) 

Kinda like my habit of tipping buskers the last of my pocket change and cheerfully hoping they don’t spend it on some meth.

L teases me about my transient drifter phase, because he said I was supposed to be the smarter one.

“You are like a chameleon.” L said.

“That’s an ironic way to describe me. Lizards are the only thing I am deathly afraid of.”


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