I connected immediately with your story as we usually fly from Hong Kong to Chicago to O’Hare International Airport. Same sorry airport and environment as you so eloquently described in your story. You have made me ponder the question Where is my home now? I ask myself the same question as I have have spent more years in Shenzhen than I did in my last job in North Carolina, USA. Is home the USA? Has it become China? Thank you for such a moving story.
The smokers near the airport exits annoy me too. After spending hours breathing recycled airplane air, I don’t want my first breaths of outdoor air to be full of nicotine.
It is so interesting how nostalgia colors our experience.
It was very nice. You spoke loud .
Emmie, I love your way with words. Every time I read your writing, or listen to your writing; I am in awe of how you let your audience relate and feel with you. Thank you for sharing this. I have been on that very spot at LAX as it’s always mine and Mr. Galvez’s stop before heading home to Guatemala; and you’re right about it feeling weirdly familiar. A lot of memories. Thanks for sharing your story!
I really like your description to your details.^-^
We really liked your story even though it was kind of confusing, we liked how you used a lot of metaphors.
I really like your story because I had the same experience as you.
I’m really impress by how detailed your story was, and I can feel that you express your feelings through the story. Your voice were very clear and clean, it was loud and compare to the other storys I’ve heard, you sound confident. Nice job and thank you for sharing.
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