I am Your Sunshine

I talk to at least one person in Buffalo everyday. I do miss almost
everything and everyone in Buf. So today I searched wretch blog by
“buffalo”, trying to find something that&#039ll bring back the memories.
Tried to capture the uncatchable scent, a feeling.

Recently I started to wonder if I grow a enormous feeling toward
a place when I stay there long enough, say a year or so, and
when I move to somewhere else, I can&#039t help but missing and beautifying the former place I stayed. It seems that I need a year to fall in love
with a new place. But sometimes this “rule” doesn&#039t apply. In the first few months of my college life,
I can&#039t stop remembering how lovely the days were when I was in senior high. Even now, I still wish I
can turn back time and stay in college forever. Bu then again, these feelings didn&#039t keep me from falling
in love with new places, such as NCTU and Buffalo. So do we get the conclusion that I do hate (well,
don&#039t like) this place?
Yet, I have a special feeling toward SF and Berkeley. That one month was sweet and unforgettable.

I don&#039t perticularly love California. Probably becuz the people here are arrogant, in the way they value
Cali so much. It&#039s funny how European look down upon American, and east coasters look down upon
west coasters. Yes, I am fond of the lovely SF city, but I&#039m still a proud western new yorker.

Well, I guess I&#039m just being proud ._.

photo: My Creekside backyard view in 2003 Autumn