Slowly, the dark sky is gently rinsed by hints of blue. Dark blue, light blue, lighter… and gold wash. So emerge the silhouettes of pink coloured clouds, rejoicing at the dawn of a new day.
One of my very first blog entries after I started college was on the topic of nostalgia. It was an overwhelming emotion that accompanied the first-year curiosity in everything around me in my new home. After I got my college acceptance, I knew that I would not be able to celebrate birthdays at home, or join the countdown to the Chinese New Year with my whole family.
The sun is awakening. It is growing stronger and stronger, no longer playing hide and seek with the orange street lamp.
Watching the sunrise and strolling in the sleepy village became a prime pastime for the jet-lagged April. Weary-eyed traveler, international student, freshwoman… Here I am, in my home away from home for the next few years. 6:30 a.m. is when the local Claremont bakery opens on weekdays. There, I buy myself a cup of “milk with chocolate” and a freshly baked chocolate and banana danish, and start typing on my laptop.
I can see the brightness and promises of broad daylight.
Calling two places “home” entails numerous long plane rides where I fall asleep on top of my book and eat (or not) the often tasteless airline meals. Nevertheless, I feel incredibly fortunate to be able to do so. On the one side of the globe are my family members, many of my childhood friends, and the streets and buildings that I remember so well. On the other side of the world is my new academic life: the professors, college dorm, new friends, the California climate…