beijing blue

home is such a relative term. the day you move out of parent's house, till the day you build one of your own, there is this empty time and space that creates momentary homesickness making you long for somewhere dearly yet unknown. the feeling only hits intermittently yet surely more often after a trip.

travel transcends time and space, perception of reality and dream, life theme and episode. staying in one place makes some rotten, some rooted. never figured out what it makes me.

just bought a pair of earplugg, a pure-cotten mask and some throat candy in wangfujing to adapt to beijing, according to what P read yesterday, the most poluted major city in the world. it feels...

wangfujing is full of happy faces lit by shopping bags. face covered and ear plugged, i was an odd dropout, not even cared.

p is working now and leaving for ld tomorrow. can't think of a program for her tonight. staying home?