I always say, having moved around so much, that I’m not sure where “home” is. That’s still my answer whenever someone challenges me to choose the one place, from all that I’ve loved, to call “home”.
But really, it’s always going to be the place where I grew up, where the happy memories are, and where my childhood lies. Where I head to when I begin to feel lost.
The above is what’s NOT going to happen tomorrow…but what might happen when I return, especially since I’ll be taking a detour to my other “home”, New York.
I’ve looked forward to this trip for so long, but all that I can see and want is not the food, nor the shopping, nor the places I want to (re)visit. All I picture is taking a deep breath the minute I set foot outside YVR. It’s the fresh air and parks and ocean that is the biggest draw on this trip, and what I’ve been missing and craving. (Not to say that I won’t be over-eating and stocking up on North American goodness…)
Off I go. I can hardly wait.
Photo: London, 2010.
I love to travel. But like many people, I hate the necessary planning that comes with it. Namely, the online air ticket purchase game. For international travels from China I rely on the handy Ctrip – it’s merely hours from booking to e-ticket being in hand. For more short-haul flights in North America, it’s back to Expedia, Kayak and the like. Hours of comparisons, multiple tabs full of options, everything leading to one destination.
Let’s put it this way. The online ticket hunt experience is not fun for an indecisive individual. That hold-your-breath moment before the wheel in the center of the screen stops spinning and the prices appear is just…ugh. Maybe it’s just me? Someone invent a teleporter already!
But that said, I stress that this is not a complaint. I know that I am privileged to have several big travel opportunities a year. Ultimately, I believe that all money spent on the experience of travel is always worth it. What do they say, Travel is the only thing you spend on that makes you richer? So true.
So now I hold in my hands a ticket to Vancouver, and another to my other other other home, New York City. And believe you me, it was all worth it.
Three weeks to go!
Photo: Shanghai, 2013.
With the mercury hitting 38°C today, everyone is looking for a respite from the heat that’s been hovering above us this week. And it seems as if tempers also rise along with the heat. Does patience somehow “melt” away?
How I wish I could pop into Random International’s Rain Room currently on exhibit at the MoMa in New York City (where it is also insanely hot right now, so I hear from pals) to reclaim a sense of coolness and calm. Its choreographed downpour also encourages each visitor to explore their reactions to the given scenario: Do I, or do I not, dare to step inside? Do I run through, do I attempt a pirouette, do I tip-toe across waiting to get drenched? Furthermore, it also allows the visitor to have a sense of control over something that otherwise would be uncontrollable (the weather).
I secretly love it when it rains. This is perhaps due to the fact that I am from Vancouver, where raindrops often beat out sunrays in attendance. So until our local rainclouds decide to grace us with their presence, those of you lucky enough to be in NYC please pay this stunning installation a visit so that I can vicariously cool down through you.