I keep the little strands of lights around because I am a night person and they are so handy for soft, diffused light that I can see by in other rooms without waking anyone up. 🙂 Also, I have a dark room and when i wake up with writing ideas for characters, etc., I need to divest myself of the idea and quickly fall asleep again. Bright lights are my enemy. – Dali
I just got back from home two days ago. Home home. Hangzhou has changed a lot in the past four years, to the point that I could hardly recognise her. This blog post, however, is not about the trip to China, as that would take me a whole day to phrase myself. This one is about tonight, my first shift as a crisis responder. Although, it does remind me of that ancient clock we have at home in Hangzhou, the one that rings every half an hour, and tortures me every midnight for that 12 rings echoing in the lounge.
I took the shift from 8pm to midnight as my first, because it seems that this would be the busiest time for people to reach out. I was excited to start this journey, while nervous about what if I did wrong (or, even worse, did harm).
It’s been better than I’ve ever expected. Just need to keep in mind that, we are all human beings, and we are just talking.
My supervisors have been real role models, and our little cohort are quite active on the chat. I believe this is what we want, self-care and care for others at the same time. It’s always thrilling for me to know a new soul on earth, and these ones that I’ve encountered are pretty amazing.
Goodnight after midnight.
Please no door bell for pizza tonight.