I spend my time in a dorm in Beijing, where the walls are a greasy gray, and the floor is coated in the dust and dirt that sticks to the bottoms of my feet after I shower.
After one espically homesick day, I look up to see the stars that dot the sky over my family's cottage in Georgia.
There is nothing; the sky is as grey as the walls of my new home.
Please bring back our stars.
They're all I have to connect to home.