The In-Between Anonymous

I push through the mountain of people ahead of me to glimpse at the check in line at the traikin station. I frantically push myself through the multitude of people to avoid being trampled to death in the busiest city in the world: Beijing.

I finally find my train and find the train conductor who checks my ticket and allows me onboard. It's time for me to return home to Shanghai.

It's summer of 2017 and I won't call Shanghai - or China - my home any longer. In a week I will have to start life in a place called Charlotte. But is Charlotte my home? Or Shanghai? The place I will leave or the place I will go to? I feel like a compass with it's magnetic strip broken; the direction to point home is unclear.

I am consumed by worry with this uncertainty. I take Flowers for Algernon from my suitcase and go through the smooth pages.

I've heard people say that the greatest books teach you what you already know, they allow you to resonate with your own thoughts and emotions. As I read Flowers for Algernon on the train to Shanghai, I feel my thoughts unravel and spill out onto paper. The sense of reality in Daniel Keyes’ words of wisdom overflow into my world.His words become mine, his memories become mine. Despite train's constant battering...