When I was a kid, I always thought that one day I would jump out of the little town I grew up, went to a big city to pursue or fight for my dreams. The dreams I had weren’t something clear, but it doesn’t matter. There was full of romantic heroism in my mind. After all these years, I can still feel the excitement when I stepped into this city for the first time. I was looking forward to it. I haven’t gone back to the little town for quite a while. I remember last time I was back with my wife, she was very excited about the culture of the town and the tasty rice noodle in fish soup there. But I felt something a little bit strange. I can’t really express the feelings. It was a kind of combination of various things. The things I was familiar with and the things were new to me. It is not quite same with the place I used to play with my mates. All the faces I knew were older. People act differently even those who used to be my closest friends. I was confused. My heart doesn’t want to admit it, but I feel the little town in my memory is gradually fading away. I don’t know.
About 3 nights of work. digital