After almost two hours drive, we finally arrived at Mercer around 2 a.m. Watching a game without Jeremy Lin is regretful, but the whole night was awesome. Cheers. Crowds. CNN. Sushi. Atlanta. Rainy. Fall asleep in the car two times, and woke up when Raymond arrived Roberts Hall.
Everything is silent. We got off the car, and walked back to our apartments. The 2-minute way is just as long and slow as lasting forever, maybe because I just thought about many thingg.
I could tell whether I'm happy or not, and luckily, I am.
It was such a illusion. How could I actually arrive here.
I feel I will lose something, and I may lose more if I don't write down something. It was just like yesterday that I closed the door of the study room, leaving CSC, and said to Jun:"March is coming."
I want to say these ASAP. I don't want to wait till the time of departure and say everything, although I know that is slowly coming, which make me feel afraid.
Thank you, all my friends in America. i learnt what is ambition, what is friendship, and what is love from you.
I haven't expected to meet you when I stepped out from the plane in Chicaco O'Hare International Airport, and now, I'm afraid of leaving you. That is life.
I've said I will try to come back two years later. But I'm afraid that after two years, you are no longer you, and I am no longer I.
So, I wrote these in memory of the time when you are you, and I am I.
It's a pleasant journey, it is a memorable journey.
4/1/2012
In memory of the exchange at Mercer.
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