It is fun to be in a foreign place, with all the room in the world to make mistakes without much to lose; to venture and explore in awe of everything that is not familiar; experiencing and immersing self in a setting that is conflicting with your own system of values and beliefs; where self-doubt, something which you thought has long been locked up and the key thrown away, comes to haunt you when you make a decision based on nothing but sheer guts and instinct; having lost the support of those close to you and having to build new ties and bridges.
It all stretches you to grow in terms of tolerance, like it or not.
Yet, at the end of the day, don't you yearn for someone who will whisper your Chinese name in the darkness, her soft breath teasing your left ear, as your head touches the silky pillow and that's the last thing you hear before heading into oblivion?
