From New York, I decided to explore more of the east coast by dropping by to New Jersey. I spent a day in Atlantic City and enjoyed the Vegas-like ambiance of the casinos and themed hotels but with smaller crowd. I still didn’t gamble. Neither did I drink. My day was spent mostly on being a child again – playing in the shore with the strong ocean waves and chilly wind, eating vanilla ice cream topped with chocolate fudge with oozing caramel syrup plus hotdog sandwiches (oh gawd, the sauerkraut, i so damn like it in my hotdogs). I took pictures of people and children, landscape and buildings, trying to keep myself occupied. Trying to find bliss in my own self. . Solitude. . I spent the rest of my days in US alone and wondering if I could ever get rid of my timidness by talking to strangers. I needed more courage. . I needed more time. . I left New Jersey without a single friend. I was not able to avoid the spirit of shyness and intimidation. I felt lonely in Atlantic City. Maybe because the place was not as lively as Vegas. Or as diverse and interesting as New York. Maybe because I was alone. Maybe because I was not able to meet other people. I can hardly string the words Hi, How, Are, You, in a sentence. Maybe because there’s nothing really much for me to do there. . Just a time for myself, forgetting everything back home. Just living the present and waiting for the sun to move from east to west.
The Restless Firefly 