I had a weird dream last night. I dreamed of my old home again–a place that I had lived for 20 years.
After I came to Canada, I almost only dream of that home. Even all new things and new people happened elsewhere would appear inside that tiny home (sweet home). 
I do have a special feeling towards that home. After all, I spent a pretty long time there, and that period of time is the golden time of mine.
People tend to think about the good oldies when they grow older.
These series of dreams is implying that I’m getting older and older each day. 
March 30, 2009 at 9:28 am |
I dreamt of my old home in HK often too, same thing, a home that i have lived for so many years. after that home, i have been moving around so much that i don’t know if i will ever have a home.
aging is scary, but while we still can make thing possible, DO IT!!
March 30, 2009 at 1:29 pm |