I'll see you soon, then.

Six weeks have passed.
Reviewing the blogs I wrote and the days we had together, suddenly, words like "how time flies" seems almost unnecessary. Because every detail of life here is so delightful.

Have you remembered the first day?The name matching game?

Today, if I just speak out your name, don't be strange. I just want to call out your name once again and  deeply make mental notes of them.

Have you remembered every morning we spent with Carrie? Still remembered what was it like when we got up at 8:50?
Don't need to try eating one more piece of the little sausage before  leaving the dining hall. We don't have class today! And remember not to rush out from your  house in China, yelling "OMG!I'll be late for Carrie's class!"

Have you remembered  the stars and moon we saw on Tuesday night?

It's a full moon tonight, which makes me think of you. Because I know that no matter where I am, this moon will be the same size as yours, though a long distance away.

I've imagined what life will  look like when returning home. The things will settle back into their traditional rhythms season after season. And are much as they have always been. The  friends we met here will gradually be strangers again as if  we have never chatted or had class with each other. Only the time we spent together here will  be deposited and treasured  in our memory forever.

Time,

Time to finally come back home,

Time to share wonderful things with family,

Time to say goodbye.

The problem with time, I've learned whether it's the first time to know your name or those six weeks I got to spend with you or the farewell party .

Eventually, time always runs out.

I'll have no idea about most of you , where you are out there in the world.

No matter how many years go by, I know one thing is true as it always was, "I'LL SEE YOU SOON , THEN."

Maybe someday in the distant future, we could bump into each other on our trail to dream, smile into each other's eyes and say "You look familiar, where did I see you?"

Get back on my track--------The Taste of China

  When I caught sight of  “Taste of China”, I just screamed. It was the perfect  place and it is where I had lunch with Dear Carrie, Monica and Joy today. 

Approaching it, my eyes were mesmerized by the decorated red lanterns and paper-cuts. The feeling of home and family was suddenly rising and burning  in my mind.  So strong that I  nearly burst into tears.  I had to say, in all the years living in China, I never had such a feeling toward the Chinese food before. In all, the food in China was full of repeated rhythms and patterns so that I almost neglected its beauty and tasty flavor . 

It was a shock how quickly you have to move to a new place before you realize what you are missing.  Luckily, compared with my friends,  I thought I was quite used to the food here. One thing to mention, when  my friends  complain about the food, I savor it delightfully with a good appetite. Fresh vegetables, fruits, and yogurts are all my dishes. But when it comes to Chinese food, nothing seems to matter any more. And everyone seemed to see the opening today.

When I finally saw the dishes we ordered, my eyes widened just like the feeling  the lion king Simba had when he saw the spectacular view of his hometown again.

 All the food was delicately placed and served in pure white china dishes. Carrie watched them just like people appreciated the precious collections in the art gallery. She finally decided to try them which in her words is "to destroy its perfection and beauty". The way she wiped her hands and the forks was just like what the  pilgrim did before paying respect for Buddha.  She mulled the first piece over and over again. The fragrance just soundlessly slipped out.

I suddenly realized that each time I enter a new world or lose something, I always gain some new awareness of the beauty and deeper meanings of what I previously have, sensing its uniqueness and perfection in some ways. Just as someone famous once said, "Pain comes from Comparing". However, what I'd like  to say is that  it is when comparing the new and the old that you find where your heart really belongs . You will be particularly  pleased by it when coming back to the old again. If we cannot go back any more,  such memory you treasure forever  is  enough.

For the food, I  AM LUCKY!  I can come back!

But for others, who knows, I hope so.