It's been four days since I left Meiluo, and I'm still in withdrawal…🌧️
Back in the concrete jungle of everyday life, the roar of the subway, the blue light of my computer, the ding of notifications – every second reminds me: ah, just a few days ago, I was living like a lazy bum in that cozy paradise.
I absolutely loved the duplex king room! Two floors, two bathrooms, a living room downstairs, and the bedroom upstairs. The flow was so smooth, it felt like I was living in a small villa. What I loved most, *most* of all, was sinking into that impossibly soft sofa on the first floor, hugging a cushion, turning on the projector to watch Papi Jiang's enthusiastic welcome, with the air conditioning blasting. Outside, it was over 30 degrees Celsius summer, and that feeling of "the whole world has nothing to do with me" was truly addictive 🍃.
When checking out, I procrastinated until the very last minute, zipping and unzipping my bag, just to sit on the sofa for another ten minutes.
I keep finding myself scrolling through the photos on my phone, remembering my time at Meiluo (I secretly called it 'Carefree Retreat' because those days truly required no brainpower) – no KPIs, no alarm clocks, just the wind, the light, and the complete relaxation of letting myself go.
I think I'll be back very soon. The withdrawal symptoms are too strong; only another stay can alleviate them.
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