El capítulo más lindo que leí de los que enviaste hasta ahora. La parte de que "cerrar" no debería ser poder atar todo y ponerle un moño fue wow. A veces no encastran las tapas de la caja, a veces hay que pegar un poco con cinta scotch, y el moño es solo estético, una pose para instagram. Eso ya fue. Lo importante es que cierre (esa caja, pero poder dejar otras abiertas). Beso.
Hola querida! Gracias por siempre leer mis artículos tan atentamente, dándote cuenta del peso de las expresiones que uso y las ideas que quiero transmitir. Me hiciste reír con tu comentario sobre el scotch tape :). Un abrazo grande.
your story deeply resonated with me. it reminded me of the people and places I've been rediscovering lately as my understanding of "self" grows. life's phases often feel like a revolving door - sometimes seeming to close, but it’s just an illusion; it never truly does.
i wonder if, deep within your heart, your trip back to Shanghai was driven by a desire to remember what it was like to feel at "home" again — to capture its essence and carry it back with you to NYC..
Hey @mor'e, thanks for your comment. I appreciate you read my piece and took the time to react to it. The notion of revolving doors is often true in life, and not just about the places we visit. Often it's up to us how we want remember a place and what kind of relationship we want to have with it.
You are right, maybe a part of me wanted to go back to feel what it was like to feel really comfortable in a place again. Because I don't think I ever felt in any other place the way I felt in Shanghai. My life and the city had melted into one, every corner of the city felt like a corner of my own apartment. Certain places felt refreshing as it is to open your bedroom window to let in some fresh air. So yeah, maybe I wanted to feel that again after so long.
El capítulo más lindo que leí de los que enviaste hasta ahora. La parte de que "cerrar" no debería ser poder atar todo y ponerle un moño fue wow. A veces no encastran las tapas de la caja, a veces hay que pegar un poco con cinta scotch, y el moño es solo estético, una pose para instagram. Eso ya fue. Lo importante es que cierre (esa caja, pero poder dejar otras abiertas). Beso.
Hola querida! Gracias por siempre leer mis artículos tan atentamente, dándote cuenta del peso de las expresiones que uso y las ideas que quiero transmitir. Me hiciste reír con tu comentario sobre el scotch tape :). Un abrazo grande.
your story deeply resonated with me. it reminded me of the people and places I've been rediscovering lately as my understanding of "self" grows. life's phases often feel like a revolving door - sometimes seeming to close, but it’s just an illusion; it never truly does.
i wonder if, deep within your heart, your trip back to Shanghai was driven by a desire to remember what it was like to feel at "home" again — to capture its essence and carry it back with you to NYC..
Hey @mor'e, thanks for your comment. I appreciate you read my piece and took the time to react to it. The notion of revolving doors is often true in life, and not just about the places we visit. Often it's up to us how we want remember a place and what kind of relationship we want to have with it.
You are right, maybe a part of me wanted to go back to feel what it was like to feel really comfortable in a place again. Because I don't think I ever felt in any other place the way I felt in Shanghai. My life and the city had melted into one, every corner of the city felt like a corner of my own apartment. Certain places felt refreshing as it is to open your bedroom window to let in some fresh air. So yeah, maybe I wanted to feel that again after so long.