“I’m 19 years old and sitting across from the love of my life. She eats her chicken satay and we sip on Thai iced teas. Sitting in this boxcar restaurant, life feels perfect.
I’m 22 and we’re celebrating her 21st birthday, she drinks her first legal Singha, her mother photographs us smiling. I’m 26 and seeing my high school sweetheart for the first time in years, she’s going through a divorce. We share spring rolls and then walk to my apartment a few blocks away. I leave her in bed and she says she’s going to stay the night but she’s gone when I get home from work in the morning.
I’m 32 and bringing my wife to my hometown for the first time. I spill curry on my white button up, my niece laughs and life feels perfect.
The Thai house was love.” – Corey Presha