You see, there's this little place called China. It's just a Mickey Mouse head-shaped country 10,000 miles from... well, here.
12 years. Have you not done anything for 12 years? If it's been 12 years since the last time you did something, then by most accounts you've just given that something up haven't you?
Strange then, that tomorrow feels like the day I come home. Is it still family, when you don't recognize any of them and they don't recognize you? I guess it has to be. It'll always be family.
Oh I am going to miss the Bill of Rights. The Internet. My cell phone. Video games. Microwaves. The Simpsons. Fresh air. Clean water. My Corolla. Privacy. English. Oh boy oh boy, how I am going to miss English.
I'm planning on bringing two bridge books (Bergen for the Defense, and Challenge Your Declarer Play), Hofstadter's Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid, and Feynman's Six Not-So-Easy Pieces. Hopefully, by the time I come back, I'll be good enough to join the Princeton Bridge Club team, understand the universe a little better, and also relearn enough physics so that not taking a class in the fall won't hurt as much.
Wish me luck. Have a marvelous summer.
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Wo ai ni.
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