Sometimes…. I don’t update my blog for a long while.
Sometimes…. I sing to the man singing outside my window, and he sings back, – in Chinese.
Sometimes… It hits me really hard that I have less than two weeks before I go home to America.
Sometimes… I just stare at these little Asian babies and can’t bear the fact that I’ll soon be leaving them. I kind of love them.
Sometimes… I think about having to figure out my life when I get home. I then get overwhelmed and think about doing ILP a fourth time. That’s not crazy, right?