The only place with a free sweet shop is the kindergarten.

One year ago today, dragged the two luggages with me for seven years, officially moved to the Bay area. Many told me that this year would change me quite a bit, to summarize, “in big corp, it is either becoming a schemer or being schemed”. Yes, in terms of life style, I changed a lot: leaner, stronger, and haven’t had a slice of pizza for 11 months. But no, I am neither becoming a schemer nor schemed, and am still that kid who knows the only way to play the game is to brute-force and all in, the kid who is crazy in love with all the beautiful things and wants to lick them.

It is not that one is foolish enough to be blind of the brutally cruel world with too much personal inconveniences. One cannot. But in the kindergarten, I am given the freedom to choose either developing my own sophisticate rules to adapt it, or to be shielded and being simple, therefore, focusing mental energy on important, bigger, common, human-shared inconveniences. The kindergarten treats me comfortably to make a deal with my nomadic while annoying life that dominates the past 10 years.

But the best bit in the kindergarten is that I am no longer the only kid with crazy impractical ideas, and adults took them all seriously to discuss and put in motion if possible. Oh, these amazingly cool, handsome and knowledgeable adults, so eagerly trying to learn as much from them I am!

While running faster, asked myself, what would be like in the kindergarten for the next 6 months? Cannot wait.

记得小时候还是普通的小孩，怕老鼠，怕蟑螂，过年天天吃好吃的，打牌，玩游戏，看动画就高兴得不得了。长大之后反而变得倔强，六七年过年都不曾回家。其中还有一年是在北京，钱包里只有十几块钱，孤独地一个人啃着四分之一只冷的烤鸭，围着电脑看春晚，躺在一张气垫床上度过的，那大概是我人生的最低点了。之后，笃信着春蚕到死丝方尽，语不惊人死不休的我便发誓说任何节日对我再无任何的意义，私人的，或公共的。幻想着要是没有情绪该多好，偏偏却是个情感过剩的胖子，咬一口脆脆甜甜的烤鸭皮就能激动得掉眼泪，呷一口故乡的苦丁茶就能半天打不起精神的感伤。只好说更多不知轻重的话，仿佛就能大大方方地生活在语言编制的牢笼里了一样。理想中的我自己，没有情绪，只会一往无前地做重要的事。现实中的自己，却懒惰任性，任凭感情泛滥还不知检点。

记得在我人生最低点的那年除夕，在凌晨的几点钟，有朋友捎了一个饭盒过来，里面有五六个饺子，两根香肠。