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Pittsburgh, Royersford, home ...

It's Wednesday morning in the Burgh. The sun shines a little, yet it is quite cold outside. It was flurries for a while this morning, the temperature drops since two days ago, bitter cold. A typical January for Pittsburghers. I am moving out from this city soon. This place has become my shelter for the last two years, and now it is time to pack my bags. My next destination will be Royersford, a small town sub-urb of Philadelphia, still in the state of Pennsylvania.

Excited? Well to be honest I am grateful for this job, but not 100% excited to move. Moving is always stressful. You have to pack your stuffs, find an apartment or a room, adjust to new people, environment, and new jobs. Not that I don't enjoy meeting new people and make new friends. It is indeed always exciting, but right now I am just as lazy as a cat to move from my comfortable couch :) Mainly because I plan this next stop is just for a while, to be exact just one year, then going home for good. So another year in new place seems less interesting than usual.

Why going home for good? Said some people. The opportunity is better for you outside. Said the other. Yeah, I know that's all true :) This place is never be a complete home for me :) I enjoy living here, earn some bucks, having lots of fun. But I miss my home so much, the whole family.

I am also feel that I am enough with my up-and-down journey :p. Traveling to exciting places, getting back to school, and lots of other crazy things. If God permits, I want to settle down in my home country. If one day I have children, now I enough stories of far-away lands. I can assure them that every land has its own beauty that are not comparable, from the beauty of tropical islands in Indonesia to the beauty of autumn in four-seasons country. How the warm of sunshine in tropical country, and the bitter cold yet beauty of winter after the snow storm strikes.

Oh well, it is still another year to go, many things could happen and change. I will just try my best, so there will be no regret in the end. So I guess I have to say good bye to Pittsburgh soon. Good bye to lots of friends, lots of experiences and opportunities I have found. I will find new friends and new experiences for sure. It is just hard enough to leave when you already fall in love with a place :)

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Welcome to Royersford!! :-)
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