After thousands of miles flight, 24^th September, the day before mid-autumn day, I finally got home, with no excitement somehow. You know, that’s not what I expected.

The same roads, the same home, the same friends, even the same dame air in Guangzhou are so familiar to every skin of mine. I should have enjoyed the moment getting back to the life I was supposed to live, but I didn’t. I just don’t know why the excitement didn’t come. The jet lag is working? Mm.….maybe.

    I do miss the day in St Andrews.

    Yes, I used to try to escape from there. I used to think that little town was cursed. What a dame paradox! I just can't believe I used to think like that! Okay, human’s behaviour is hard to explain. That’s how psychologists come.

    The memories in St Andrews are so close to me as if everything happened at yesterday. Rome 4802, Albany Park, the sea and the beach, lobsters, parties, golf, the meteor……. Bitter and sweet, tears and joys, pleasure and regrets, all of these memories will never fade away.

Lovely St Andrews, will you remember me when I come back someday?

    Every story ends up with the beginning of another story. I guess my new story is getting started. It’s really the time to move forward. By the way, I’m still loving here, the city I belong to.