Our Symphonies | satosere

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Adulthood was extremely inconsistent.

At times, being an adult often reminded Serena of a game of musical chair — where she's running around like a total chicken while every one of her acquaintances are settled with decently paying jobs or successful startups, and perhaps a significant other.

While on the other hand she's worn out, she is just willing to find a chair for herself in this indefinitely finite marathon called life.

Serena never believed in the infamously spoken phrase "never say never" until she somehow managed to get admission in med school that wrecked her sleep schedule and her once flawless eyesight. Because instead of cancelled lectures and disco night Fridays, there were table-lamp lit nights of pointless assignments and 6 am alarm clock headaches; bread butter breakfasts and stinky subways with people. Lots of people.

College life in Tokyo had turned out to be everything that Serena had least anticipated, even in her wildest daydreams.

What she did admire were the decent days, the little moments of satisfaction.

Now that she isn't a perpetually pissed off teenager, Serena has finally learnt the art of appreciation: a soft indie song that fits her mood just right, creamy cappuccino with three sugars (just how she likes it), or that one bookmarked novel by her bedside that keeps her awake at odd hours. Serena has gotten artful enough to appreciate the mundane life that she chose for herself.

She also appreciates the woman with platinum blonde locks behind her phone screen, who she's currently video calling. Lillie has always been an early bird, and today is no exception.

"Ser, you're gonna burn it! Flip the cake!" reminds Lillie as she touches up her mauve lip tint, followed by her signature cat eyeliner.

Serena is pretty sure she isn't a rebellious sixteen year old, but her older sister still somehow manages to swing her mood, and bring out her short-tempered side. "I know that much," The golden blonde pouts at the screen, "I've been cooking my own breakfast for a good one year now, Lillie."

And that's about right. She does believe that women do not belong in the kitchen, yes, but if that obliges her to order oily junk five days a week? (Because both of her flatmates are the laziest couch potatoes and can't cook for shit). No thanks, Serena would rather just belong in the kitchen.

She safely unloads the banana pancakes from the stove and garnishes them with white butter and a dash of maple syrup. Flavored pancakes and waffles have become a staple morning meal for her nowadays, she's always had a sweet tooth - and now that she has almost mastered the artistry of cooking and baking, Serena is glad she doesn't have to survive on granola bars and toasted bread for her sophomore year.