So sad. I still miss Beijing though.

I miss the chaos, the feeling of uncertainty and restlessness, and the yearning to get out of there, as well as the strong belief in the American Dream.
Carpediem, I am just waxing nostalgic in an American court waiting to reconvene and fulfill my jury duty, which comes as a "privilege" for a naturalized immigrant. Who am I? What's my identity?
The article makes me want to cry, excuse me.