I write to wish you a safe trip. I am traveling soon as well. My new visa will be issued in a few weeks and I need to exit the country before that transpires. At the rate immigration people are dealing with working visas I might have to wait at most 10 weeks to have it all sorted out. I am taking this opportunity to have a really long rest and perhaps even pen the draft of my graduate thesis that's long overdue so I'm planning to append 2 months of unused leave on top of my waiting for the visa...and maybe even longer.
I didn't mention it last night not only because I didn't think it was the concoction of a crowd I'd be comfortable talking about it but also because I didn't want to make it sound like a goodbye which just to mention, I am never good at.
Accept my apologies for not arranging a send off dinner with our friends for the reason that I deal with valedictions as melodramatically as much as the rest of the 90 million Filipinos do. But then again, as I have said, this isn't a farewell.
Rudeness, I say for doing this in a letter. Correspondences should never windup friendships in the same way that time should never consume the extant of any mate-ship. But it is the only drama-proof way to do this—this pseudo ciao.
Again, I wish you a safe trip.
Should the non-circumspect undertones of this letter ring louder than the text, my declaration holds truer: the friendship will be treasured dearly.
I loan from Mr. Manilow: down the road, we'll see each other again.
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