I had a dream about grad school today. The campus was above a high cliff looking over a silver beach and crystal clear, Caribbean-blue water. Offices and dormitories were next to each other on the same corridor, like a mixture of middle school classrooms, college dorms and graduate offices. It was an isolated place, and the only way to leave is taking a bus. I thought it was time to go back to my apartment so I took one. Seeing out of the window, I found road was named 乡愁 (Homesickness).
I miss home, my middle school pals, my adolescence. I am not yet 25 but sometimes I feel my past experiences have already overflowed my memory.
