I myself don’t even know why I lingered here, in my hometown, as a guest upon graduation. I lived in a street, just within few miles off Mom, yet without her knowledge. It’s 16:53 p.m. as I am typing over the keyboard in a dimly-lit Net cafe, spot that I had barely set foot on through my whole adolescent years. Now I got 14 mins left for internet access. Hard-pressed in time. In money, too.
I got a stranger’s view of my hometown. 11 years ago, my family moved in this county, where I began my middle school years and my mother her turning point of career. But within walls of campuses, I never really came to see people’s lives. Now I do. And it tasted mixed. Bitter? mundane? Or just raw and real？I could not tell.
// Last night stay. Tomorrow I’ll get up early and begin nearly 10 hours journey away from home, and my new identity as a rider on the road. The beginning of a journey is a great motivation for one to get up early. I ‘ve stayed here for 4 days, as a guest to my hometown. It must feel so bizarre for one to write his blog in a net cafe, surrounded by smokes and rants and raves of video game goers.
As I walked through the streets, and rubbed my shoulder with folks from all walks of life, I felt a world that I had never found.
A hotel owner that felt like a landlord. You may say it was because of his low charge of room fee, or it was more attributable to his readiness and enthusiasm in responding to any needs.
A homely eatery. A couple who went out of their way to dine in an eatery. The wife has a brisk manner and sounds considerate as she first came to the eatery to order courses of dish. My mom and dad, in my impression, seemed never to dine outside home.
“What should we have for dinner?” “Well, just rustle up a meal using leftovers of lunch.” Such conversation is usually what they all got for themselves.
The wife hymned songs and played some music. One of them, as I recognized, seemed to be “The First Snowflake”, one that I had played over and over before sleep for some time months ago. Time hadn’t wiped off something a young girl in her. “You may want bring some wine over and drink here” Her brisk voice was on the phone.
// I don’t know that my peers, if asked seriously, would how make of loneliness. But there must be the possibility that from loneliness people could draw strength.