Thursday, March 18, 2010

Oh, nostalgia.

In these moments, I regret the years of homesickness and loneliness that I’ve felt: the way I turned it into so many golden-hued remembrances of people, places, and food that no longer exist and will never again exist. I berate myself: How could I have not seen what was right in front of me all these years? How could I not have sucked in all the sweetness instead of pining for memories that were only ashes and dust?
-Shanghai Girls