Limit
I don’t think it’s that obvious, but I’m back in Vancouver.
“my backyard”
“Canada is such a good place. I want to live there.” They say it with such yearning tone.
It feels like i’ve never left. I’ts a queer feeling. The only thing really different now is I have strong urge to jaywalk whenever out on the streets. (That would be the side effect of going to Taiwan. Jaywalking was the only way to cross a street.)
To paraphrase steve’s wise co-wroker, one year is long at the beginning of it, but it’s short when you’re looking back from the end of the tunnel. Just today I held again the steering wheel of my little bunny car after more than one year of absence, and it didn’t feel like one year at all. To think i was all worried I’d forget how to drive, how to walk on the right side of the road. Actually while I was in taiwan I kept bumping into people because I’d instinctively walk left when I see someone coming towards me. He/She’d of course walk right, creating this walking-towards-the-mirror effect.
I don’t want to put my life back on track yet. Right now i exist in this cloud between dream and reality, and not everyone, including myself. knows exactly where I am. This is coming from the fact that I will graduate after only a few courses, and the path ends with an open field. I feel useless not knowing where I want to go.
I’ll stop here.















