Home, sweet home

It’s been haunting me for years the idea that Mid Autumn Festival has nothing to do with mid or autumn yet as sad-memories-recalling as mid Autumn always does to us. It suppose to be a good time when people get together while I sitting here somewhere in New York typing nonsense.

“Let me go home” is something deeply inside of me. I graduated with no job here in NY, but it is empire state, it is New York where anything can happen but nothing I can do. Mid Autumn Festival is some big traditional festival back in China. Day after day, year after year, people leave their home to different cities or even different continents for different errands. Sometimes we are too busy, or trying to pretend being busy. This day was set up to remind there are always families, friends thinking of us. Whenever we want to go back, whatever bad happened to us, we share the same damn moon, we hold heartbeats in same rhythm.

Behind this simple festival, there are so many touching stories. We can spend all night trying to tell people how much we miss home and how hard living in a new city. Yet Michael Buble make all of these stories speechless.

“If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.
If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.

If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.
If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.

If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home.
When there’s only you to blame, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.

If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home,
Boy, my love will get you home.”

(Lyrics by Christine Glass-My love will get you home)

#PR time!

Thinking how a festival help selling tons of moon cakes all over the world is exciting. People telling stories, singing songs, making movies, to share their unique and teary memories. Emotion polishes stories, and stories motivated both the festival and related stuff like moon cake.