I'm now sitting in the lounge, waiting for the announcement that I can board on the plane to go home from New York. Well, to be honest, with the horrible ice rain and the well-known JFK delay, I am not hopeful that I will get out on time. I just want to board, so I feel like I am on my way home.
It's not the first time I fly round the world in a week, but this time, I really feel I have aged. Jet-lag is worse than ever, waking up at 3am to watch TV. By the second day of my trip, I already wanted to go for a bowl of rice, and so I did -- went to a Japense restaurant to get a bowl of miso soup and a nice steamy rice. In the past, I never quite understood why Chinese tourists would go to Chinatown for food. There are so much good restaurants to try out, why go for a General Taso's chicken in some random Chinese resaturants? But the thought of having a hot soup and steamy rice just made me feel so much better. I guess I am homesick more easily now.
Weather in London and New York at this time of the year is not something to look forward to. It gets dark at around 4pm, which made me feel miserable. I passed by university students who were excitedly going out to have fun, but I just wanted to go back to the hotel room to watch TV. It feels so much more secured in the heated hotel room. I thought to myself, if I had a choice again, would I have the courage to leave home to study in a totally foreign place? Probably not. I certainly don't think I can move to another city now.
I guess being reluctant to change is really a sign of age. I am very tired, I do hope I can sleep throught the 20-hour flight. Keeping my fingers crossed that the flight will fly tonight.
