Day 27: The Final Day
Last night, during our trip to Dali Old Town, Lauren, Alina, and I had decided to get exceptional decked out today for absolutely no reason.
And so we did.
Lauren and I woke up, dressed in our minority costumes and walked into the breakfast room briskly and as if a pair of Siamese twins.
Mr. T, bless his heart, looked up and remarked in a clearly dazed voice, "Wait... Something's different..."
Yes T, we, for once, are not dressed like utter slobs.
Alina, unfortunately, could not find her tights. And as her skirt was particularly short (scandalously so), we thought it proper that she wait until she found her leggings later and wear jeans for now.
Yesterday was a whirpool of emotions for me: sadness, depression, anger, hate.
Today, I suppose, is just amused resignation.
I don't know why.
But I know I must be strong for the people around me and for myself.
Shanghai isn't so bad, anyways.