It’s always the weird things that get me all emotionally riled up. Whether it’s seeing ice cream on the ground (not mine, of course) or just old grandparents trekking about; something about the loss of energy, weariness, and oblivious feel of tangible items that just makes me sad. I was on a skytrain heading downtown…
Tag: skytrain
A stranger in my own city
Here I am, sitting on my bed at 12am, typing away at what is my conclusion post of the time spent back home for winter break. I cannot fathom how much I will miss this place, but mostly the people, and the food of course. So many things have changed since I’ve been gone and…
