Fly away with me to Finland

It's 04:49, which means it less than 12 hours before I say goodbye to Beijing. China will no longer be my place to call home. I wonder when I come back, if there will be this burst of feeling rushing through me, telling me that home is o'er the horizon.

Flying to another side of Earth, jumping time zones, jumping friend zones, jumping comfort zones.

This feeling is strange. I feel like I've already left, but a part of me is still staying behind. Maybe that's the part of me that will blossom only when I return to thinking about the year that was and the the journey of a thousand acts and a thousand thoughts.


Now the question is, can I get any paler in Finland? If two weeks in Tibetan sunshine still left me looking like a ghost...well, bring on the Finnish winter. (Finnish summer will of course be greatly appreciated and makes a good swap for the sweltering heat of uptown, in a fourth ring road kind of way, Wudaokou.)