After 13 hour non-stop flight, I got in Beijing at 1:30 p.m, 30th the local time. The 13 hours flight killed me. My whole body hurt. I had to stand up so many time to walk around in the planet and was surprised about the 2 passagers sat next to me who only got up twice in 13 hours.
Then it was a long way to transfer my flight from Beijing to Chengdu. We booked the flight at 6 p.m 'cause we want to leave enough time for custom. That was way enough. I waited and toured the Terminal T3 of Beijing capital international airport. It is amazing...I will update a blog or some pictures of it later. My flight to Chengdu was late. I got to Chengdu at 10 p.m instead of 8:30 p.m. I was so tried that i didn't even want to eat anything.
Seeing my parents is great! They are happy and I am happy. But the city changed too much that I feel lost in a strange dream. My parents' place is very simple. I don't have a TV in my bedroom, and Wi-fi doesn't work for my computer. My sprint international plan doesn't work in my hometown. I feel I am in this strange city and about to living an already planned ahead life (by my parents), and I couldn't reach Mr.Rabbit when I wanted to tonight. I feel somehow stress out.
life style is so different at my childhood home and my home in the States. I miss home already. Is that a bad thing?
BTW, You can send email to me at: firstname.lastname@example.org . I would love to hear from friends in the States. Miss you guys all~~!!