when i still lived in hong kong, i used to close my eyes and lay down in my parents’ bed to float away to a fantasy where i was in canada, lying on my grandparents’ couch instead. in my mind, i could picture their living room so vividly - the warm yellow sunlight seething through the blinds, the lush green leaves climbing on the brick wall, the homely chinese paintings of flowers, hills, and tigers…
but the longer i’ve been back in canada, the more i forget how beautiful this land is, and how, once upon a time, i yearned so very deeply to be exactly where i am right now.
it shouldn’t be like this.
(Source: thelittlephilosopher, via interpretinglife)