shalalasusan

Layover at LHR (London Heathrow). I sadly only had an hour to walk around the airport but it was still like, so fetch. 

It’s been a week since Roma, and I’m quite surprised at myself for not posting one picture and story yet. Happy Winter.

Added to my city+reflection photo set. Can you see me?

Williamsburg Bridge crosses over the East River and gives you a breathtaking view of the city before you enter.  The best part? You can go over it via car, subway, bike or on your own two feet.

When I lived at home, my family and I would drive over this bridge about once everey 1-2 weeks to go to Chinatown. Brooklyn-Queens Expressway, right into the bridge, straight on Delancey Street, and left on Bowery into the heart of  the neighborhood that imitates my parents’ hometowns.  It is a place of familiarity for them.

Whenever I bus it from Boston to New York, I take the Chinatown bus. Mostly because I usually go home on the whim and because it’s hella cheap, but also because when they leave to go back to Boston, they head back to the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway by leaving Bowery, turning back on Delancey and down the Williamsburg Bridge.  It is a place of familiarity for me.

I remember I was supposed to be studying for an exam, but I said YOLO hakuna matata, whatever, I’ll worry about it when I fail (WHICH I DIDN’T. I WIN AGAIN, SCHOOL).

I can vividly remember all of these light decorations for Mid-Autumn Festival, the booths and the stupid “LET’S PRETEND I’M A MERRRRMAID” poses I did with my friends. I can actually close my eyes and walk myself through the park on this night. I can still hear the weird Chinese opera lady singing weird Chinese opera. 

And that exam? Did I bomb it or ace it? I don’t remember, I have no idea. So hakuna matata.