Leaving

I am finally leaving for Boston tomorrow. These days it feels weird. Sometimes I am in a high, which makes feel that I can do everything just right. However, sometimes I feel in a low, which pretty much mimic my feeling when I just first started the blogging three years ago, when I moved out my beloved co-op house.

Time passes, and things move on. I still remember a famous long poem called "Fu Shi De". In that one, the main character signed a contract with the devil. According to the contract, the character will have the super power to do everything. But if he says, "It is so beautiful. Time, please stop." Then the devil will take his heart away. I think now I would rather like to have time to stop, then I can just see the familiar people, eat the familiar food, no fear about the future (since there is no future if the time stops). However, I have to move on, with great expectations from myself and from my friends and family.

Really think about it, this move is as significant as the move I made when I first came to the united states. It was almost surreal to me -- a dream turned to a reality only when my feet finally touched the soil of the states. Now it is the time again to feel nostalgia, feel that the things I have now are, and will always be, better than anything I am going to encounter in the future.

I have also decided to let my friends to know this blog. This way, if they are interested in what's happening to me, they can always just check this one out. Since I am leaving, I will not feel embarrassed to let them know my deepest fear, my unexpected vulnerability and my rather complicated personality. The only thing I request is: please do not link to my blog, because I would hate to see my blog site got pushed up in Google search. Thanks.

Well, it is time to say good bye. I rarely quote other peoples, but I cannot resist to put Madonna's "Take a Bow" here, since it is rather fitting (By the way, Madonna is one of the pop stars I highly respect. She is a great person):

Take a bow, the night is over
This masquerade is getting older
Lights are low, the curtains down
There's no one here
[There's no one here, there's no one in the crowd]
Say your lines but do you feel them
Do you mean what you say when there's no one around [no one around]
Watching you, watching me, one lonely star
[One lonely star you don't know who you are]