Resistance
As the airport landed at Denver airport, a part of me felt relieved. This might be my last time flying to Colorado. Next time, I might just fly out of here without looking back.
Unlike Santa Fe or New Orleans, Minneapolis is a plain place without much flavor. I was excited to visit there at first, but after I arrived at there, I realized that it is not that different than any other medium size cities. Tall buildings that look exactly same everywhere, and old churches that exist everywhere. The only interesting place is Minnehaha fall, and the green there is simply refreshing.
I stayed in a very modern apartment, and it looked like a designer’s apartment. Clean, simple, but has everything I need or I don’t need. But I didn’t enjoy very much. The problem is not the apartment but myself. I know at what time I should do what when I was at my home, and everything is functioning smoothingly like a delicate instrument, and is programmed into my brain. Moving to another place breaks this rhythm of my daily life. Now I have to try to replicate this as much as possible.
When the bus came to Broadway in Boulder and I saw the flatiron, it started to rain. Soon I will be back to my normal life, and go back to the track, I think. It was simply soothing to think about this, and I smiled, knowing that there’s a certainty ahead waiting. As the bus ran along the Broadway, and the buildings of CU appeared one by one, however, a sense of upset also became heavier gradually. What is it? Is that what some people feel about their hometown? They feel relieved to be there, but also more or less hate it. Four years, I thought this town has already established as a hometown for me. Is that why I have so mixed feelings for it? I hated it when I first came here, and started to love it, and now they are merging together. I guess, you just can’t completely love or hate one place. Or maybe I’m wrong.
The moment my head touched the pillow and my body the blanket my mom made for me, I felt there’s a click and comfort. This is the way it’s supposed to be.
