Shanghai: Day Five

Date: 26/12/13
Current Time: 2:34pm
Christmas is over, and now we're heading back to Shanghai. I'll be glad for warmth again, but I'm really going to miss the cold in Shenyang. True, it was TOO cold in Shenyang,  but when you consider the fact that I live in a tropical country, warmth is something I've known all my life.
Cold is something else entirely,  a lover I've only started to get to know. And it's truly all too soon that I've had to say goodbye.
I'll miss the snow.
I'll miss the icy air and how the wind messes up my hair.
I'll miss how every breath I take comes out as mist, and I'll miss the childish delight I felt when I looked at all the white around me.
I'll miss the wonder I felt when I saw snow falling for the first time, and I'll miss feeling silly while trying to catch a snowflake on my tongue (and ending up with snow in my eyes, on my nose, in my hair... Basically everywhere BUT my tongue).
I won't miss the frostbite just yet, but I know I will when I no longer remember how painful it was.
Shanghai will still be cold (it was 8 degrees last I checked), but comparing it to Shenyang's temperatures of up (or down) to -19 degrees is like comparing a flame to an inferno.
I'm not sure what else I can say at this point, but really...
I'm going to miss freezing my ass off.
Current Time: 10:07pm
I take it back. Shanghai is 1 degree Celsius right now, with temperatures expected to reach 0 and maybe below that tomorrow. 
I don't quite miss freezing my ass off just yet, though I know it's something I'm going to convince myself that I do miss when I'm back home in Singapore.
I'm missing everyone back home, though (but not so much the assignments due once I get home). In a way, going on a holiday feels lke running away from home and all the problems I have - I can pretend that nothing bad ever happened, that I'm not bothered by anything - but I also find myself missing home after a while. The feeling of not being able to text or call my friends whenever I want to is crippling.
But being overseas... It really feels as though I could adopt a new identity if I wanted to (yes I know that doesn't work, but I can still dream) and simply walk away from problems past and present that still plague me (yes, problems from months,  even years ago can still haunt me. I don't let go easily, and this is the price I pay for being unable to turn my back on the past as quickly as I would like to). It's truly tempting to think that I could run away to someplace like Britain or Japan or America and start completely anew. I wouldn't have to be me anymore.
That's really tempting.

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