I was packing again, but this time, is different. There’s no turning back. It will be a pause for me and him, I have to make up my mind what is that I want. I’ve been refusing to go back to Shanghai, on one hand, I do feel better living in Europe; on the other hand, I have to admit, that I’m escape from many responsibilities.
But I’m off balance, I used to be a very smily person, now, I’m sometimes worried, confused, feeling that something’s missing. That’s why I have to go back to my root, to find out this THING.
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal.