I got a picture of my great-grand mother. The picture was taken in the 1930's, I think.
My uncle told me that her name was Rio. I am wondering what kind of life she was spending there. Was she ever happy? Rio?
1 month ago
I noticed that surviving my life, which is filled with madness, is similar to running a marathon.
I went to Japan two weeks ago. It was nice to see my relatives and friends there. But the fact is that I was homesick all the time during my stay in Japan. I just wanted to come back to San Francisco as soon as possible. I even dreamed of it. Now I am very happy to be here again where I am belonged to.
This is the phrase I always tell myself. Life is tough, especially mine is. I must always encourage myself to survive.