Listening to:

Franz Ferdinand
03 – Take Me Out

They say that one of the greatest things about being disorganised is that you’re constantly discovering new things. Today, I uncovered my top secret fanny pack back from the IMSA days.

There, I found my precious Hi-Tech 0.3mm diameter pens, my Reflect.com mirror compact, and an old frequent flyer card that doesn’t say “premier.” It’s pretty funny, actually. I never know where anything of mine is. Each time I move, I get a little more confused.

It’s funny, but I do this everytime I come back. The typical schedule looks something like this. First 5 days: Jetlag… Wake up at 3am… Try to find my stuff…. Along the way, I’ll stumble upon notes from 3 years ago that inevitably prove embarassing. I throw them away. Second 5 days: do stuff with family and old friends, realise how nicely Shanghai has developed since I was last here. Realise just how many people live here. You can’t cross the street without getting nearly run over by a flood of human flesh. Next two days: Complain about going back to school. My mom laughs at me. Next thing I know, I’m leaving on a jet plane. Again.

Sometimes, at the end of the day, I really wonder… Why do I even bother coming back at all? Then I remember that life on campus drives me nuts and the 5 productive days I spend here seem completely worth the 24 hour trip.