Every year, I return to HK because my gramma is there. Every year, I pack and sort of wish I didn’t have to spend all my vacation time there. Then I look at my room and miss it a little.
Then every year I get off the plane and load myself onto a bus and think “Welcome home, Echo.” and my heart swells just a little bit when I walk through the street and buzz myself into the apartment.
This time is no different.
Except part of my heart is in Vancouver right now, so I really wish I could stay. Always with you babygirl, no matter where I am and how pathetic our timing is.
Updates from across the ocean?
p.s. you won’t realise how much i really needed that hug tonight. thank you.
it’s a world of laughter, a world or tears
its a world of hopes, its a world of fear
theres so much that we share
that its time we’re aware
its a small world after all
There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone.
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It’s a small small world