Celebrate to myself, a homeless wanderer!

I love the ancient poem " 昔我往矣，楊柳依依。今我來思，雨雪霏霏」, my sorrow and my longing.Where is my home?Except once a month's call to my parents, I don't have any connection with my old peers and relatives. I know them through my memories. Bigger disparity and gap surfacing more frequently, which make me to stand farther from them. Then, do I belong to this small island? Chores have been discussed times to times when management is highlighted as urgency, I am almost suffocated. I cannot live with the days without thoughts idling between history and the current. I keep silent and try to learn hard from them on how to be happy with what stay at the surface. I need to refresh myself with some more deep thoughts and interesting historical stories, which will inspire me from depth of my mind. I need some talks can further my thinking and broaden my sight views. However, I hardly find a good talker in this place.