In a red building, on the 4th floor, behind a wooden door plastered with red “good luck” banners, is a small apartment unit. It’s old, not often tidy, a little cramped, but is always filled with warmth and love. This is where I come from. I was born in Beijing, China, and had a, shall we say, quite an unusual childhood. Shortly after my birth, my father left to attend graduate school in the US, leaving my mom with two-months…
One month in Beijing: a summary
Wow, I don’t even know how to start talking about my month in Beijing. The short version is: we were in Beijing for a month and all we saw was the Great Wall. The longer version is that we were so busy seeing people and eating food that in the end, we only had one free day left for sightseeing, so we picked to go to the Great Wall. Visiting Beijing is not just traveling to another city. It’s a homecoming. This is the city…
The story of how I got peer pressured into getting Lasik eye surgery by a woman I just met
Okay, maybe “peer pressured” is a tad harsh. “Roughly persuaded” is more like it. But the second part is true. I had just met her for the first time in my life, and five days later, I found myself climbing into the surgery bed, shaking uncontrollably, under glowing lamps and strange machines. Less than five minutes later, I walked out of the surgery room sore-eyed but glasses-free. For the first time in over a decade. Wait, I’m getting completely ahead…