Most of the time this week was spent reading a book on the critical history of modern architecture.  Writings on architecture could be so difficult to understand sometimes, they really have a vocabulary of its own.  Perhaps the most rewarding thing I got out of reading the book is a word I looked up – Nostalgia.

That word pops up in my mind whenever I yearn for my life in Canada – the free spirit, the closeness of friends and fellowship b/s, the autumn foliage, the snow-capped sceneries…  I didn’t realize my strong nostalgia for my simple Canadian life until recently.  It’s been about 2 months since I returned to HK.