Two weeks left

After leaving studio tonight, I stopped by the Suguo supermarket to pick up some groceries. Like usual, the store was packed, both with shoppers and workers. Salesgirls in "cute" outfits, yelling at people to try their samples. Clumps of employees in every aisle, gossiping loudly. Tired-looking people, rifling through bins of end-of-season tangerines, staring at shelves of cooking oil, squabbling about which noodles are a better deal. Wondergirls CD blaring overhead. I'm standing in the world's slowest line, insignificant amongst a sea of impatient people.

Andre sometimes jokes around about him dying in his apartment and no one knowing about it or how to find him. I admit, that thought has crossed my mind too. When I go entire weekends without seeing or talking to another human being, in my weak moments, I wonder if this is my future.

I just realized today how soon it'll be before I pack up my bags (now much, much heavier), wrestle them to and from train stations, and settle into a new apartment in a new city with new goals. I never fell in love with Nanjing, so it's gladness/indifference I feel about switching to another city. I did have a lot of fun here with friends though.

But it almost feels like I am running out of time. Within the next two weeks, I have papers, presentations, tests, and final review. Then move out, go to Qingdao, internship training, move to another city.

It's snowing again today.