First time I came to Beijing was in 2007. I was only 23 then, and it was my first time out of the country without my mom. The idea of living in Beijing was so much more romantic then.
Tomorrow though I head back to my own country. I find it interesting that the farther you are from home, the more you appreciate it. Distance makes the heart fonder, after all, and boy am I really excited to head back home, in my old bed, in our airconditioned room (that does not feel stuffy at all).
I miss the traffic jams, the high-priced gasoline, the burning hot sun and the inconvenient metro. I miss our own unhealthy dishes, our own ice creams, our own weather (that's not as humid and...dry? as it is here) our own version of "friendly people" (who don't shout or raise their voices during friendly conversations)and of course, my family and friends.
Gah.
I love you Beijing, but we seriously need to take a break.
