Monday, March 11, 2013
I miss home.
A snowstorm welcomed me the moment I stepped out of the of the plane and entered JFK airport last friday afternoon. It was just a breeze going through the US immigration and the biting cold was just too much when I was finally out of the building. Good thing my brother was there with an extra coat. The air coming out from my mouth was forming a steam-like smoke as if a muffler from a century old car.
The day after, the snow melted away. But then it is still cold. Although the sun is scorching hot, the wind has a different sting on my cheek. The mood was dreary too. I dunno. Perhaps because I am in a foreign land and I miss home.
Time will tell whether I can stay a little longer. If I cant then perhaps I will pack my things and head home.
Here's my snow pix as my brother would say. He was insistent in having my pix for my first day right after we got out of the car.