Into the horizon
August! In 22 days I’ll be on the plane heading far, far away and there’s that off-chance that I may not return. It feels like everything I do here and now might be for the really last time.
In 22 days, I can stop speaking Chinese for an extended period of time.
In 22 days, I will find out exactly how much each entity in my life means to me.
The only attachment I have here is to the people; the relationships I have. After 4 years, whether I come back depends strongly on my heart, and who it follows.
To my dear friends: In case I don’t return, I want to let you know I will always care for you.