I was born into a picturesque city in the south of China. As a family we travelled every chance we got, and when we inevitably had to return home, I was forever begging to go somewhere else, anywhere else. Anywhere but home.
When I was sixteen years old, I set foot in New York City. I walked out of a show and into Times Square, and all at once it hit me how much I loved New York. I spent the remainder of that year and the next asking when I could go back. I knew I had to return. I just had to.
Throughout the next few years, I went to school. I battled with depression. I travelled to get away, to escape from my own head, to leave everything I knew behind. I went to Las Vegas. I explored England and Scotland. When I couldn't afford to travel, I remembered fondly that feeling of awe and wonder as I took my first steps into a new place and I longed to experience that again.
Almost a decade later, New York is still one of my favourite cities in the world. There is a strange sense of peace as you step onto new ground, a feeling of tranquility and the excitement of infinite possibility. When I travel, I'm reminded of how big the world is and how small I am. It's both humbling and exhilarating, and I can't help but want more of it: to explore more places, to experience more culture, to see the entire world under all the sky.
VeryLongDelay gives me an outlet for my thoughts, a pensieve in which I can collect, organize, and archive. At the same time, it's a grand experiment, an attempt to paint a picture of how I see the world. Be my guest and come along for the ride. Like any free walk, tips to fund my next journey will be collected at the end.
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