Childhood Revisited

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…

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…