Sense of Place

Like I said in the very first day, in my heart, the sense of place is my hometown Nanjing, both physically and psychically.

My hometown was the heart of the entire country- she was the capital city of China. This place gave me too many memories that I could carry with forever wherever I am and whenever it is. Every path, every street and every road is the vein of her. She supports me even though I am thousands and thousands of miles away. I know she is always waiting for me there, like she has always been.

I inherit her spirit- no matter what happens, stay strong. She went through Nanjing Massacre and survived. I got that spirit inside me. Stay strong. Stay Alive.

She is my sense of place. I could always feel her inside me, beside me. Anywhere.

She was the heart of China. She is the heart of me.