Starting in December of 2025 I began purging things that I no longer needed to hold on to. The funny thing is that in the tapestry of life, certain years stand out not just for their events but for the profound transformations they inspire. The Year of the Fire Horse, a symbol of passion, energy, and unbridled ambition in Chinese astrology, invites us to explore the complex interplay between memory, relationships, and the act of letting go. As we navigate the labyrinth of our

As we reminisced about the past, our memories were so vivid they evoked a deep nostalgia for those times. I began to reflect on what "being homesick" truly signifies. Can I express that feeling or thought in writing so that others might grasp it?