October 13th, I woke up during the sun rise of England. The weather was surprisingly good. Even though it was a little bit cold, there was no rain. The sun shine was good and the air was fresh. I finished my packing by putting the laptop into the bag and then I drank a coffee with my favourite soup cup, which I brought it in Italy four years ago. It was such a good time. I cleaned the cup and leave it on my table.

 

The room was not yet empty, neither was my table. There were my favourite soup cup and my favourite bowl, which is of pure white porcelain with big printed black letters "coffee" around the side. It was simple and of style, just as the way I like. I did not pack them, even though I was leaving Europe for China that day, and maybe never come back.

 

I left them behind so I could emplty my mind, in preparation for a new start. This year, there were too many stories, which were not of happy ending in my life. I want to forget all of them and leave them behind in Europe. This day everything was back to zero. I went back with nothing, just as I came to France five years ago. Well, not eactly nothing, there was passion in both cases. My mind was blank, but the confidence was solid. The future is under my feet and I am sure it is leading to somewhere wanderful and splendid!