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Another summer.
Last year now, I came to Hangzhou with great anticipation. The internship opportunity in a large factory that I have longed for, and the city that I long for in Hangzhou. All good expectations are like bubbles, bursting in an instant. But only for three days. ^1
After the end of those days, Qiu Zhao chose a company that seemed to be okay from the publicity. Not a big factory, nor a small factory.
After the first experience, I have no expectations for the next time, just hope it will be better.
Another year passed in the blink of an eye. It is also an early summer. About to officially join the company you chose. And how long will this time last, and how long can I be vulnerable.
During these days, in Shanghai, I have experienced too many, repeated epidemics, and I live in an uneasy environment every day.
In January, when I resumed work, on the eve of my official entry, I chose to rest for a week, without going out to play or going home. Every day I am doing what I want to do, as well as meditating, and I am uncertain about the future. It’s like I’m back in my student days. But, after all, it’s just a memory.
What will this summer be like?
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