
Walking in the airport feels like walking in a garden blooming with flowers. I'm embarking on my artistic journey abroad.

I tried to hold back my tears when I was talking to my parents on the phone. I was homesick in my home country.

The confusion I felt when I was held back by the Japanese TSA because of an oversized toothpaste.

I'm switching on and off between being asleep and awake. The plane's engine was so loud, but I'm also too tired to bother.