I get flashbacks every now and then that take me back to the year I lived in Beijing. With the exception of my memories & lessons learned, there’s nothing left of that “life” in my life today. The nostalgia is bittersweet, and I’m incredibly aware of the fleetingness of those short lifetimes within our also our short lives, that we think will and hope and wish would last forever. It’s as if I’m right back there. Right back in that crazy city, cozy in my 29th story apartment looking out on the hustle and bustle below us, and watching bootleg movies with my significant other whom I shared that space with. Those were the days when I walked around with the innocence of a girl who didn’t know what it is to be a woman yet, twenty-two years old without a purpose or direction, and incredibly full of wonder.