Life is all about learning, growing and being happy-
There’s a little story about me with a city. I was sent to a private boarding school in Manhattan in New York when I was very young, the memories of that three years are still very full tile in my mind. In the beginning, I would hide and cry secretly, later I put away my tears without anyone to comfort me. Since then, I began to realize that crying would not change the reality, I realized that keep things private is a lot of better than being loud, I had to face the strange environment alone. Maybe it was at that moment that I was forced to grow up in an instant. Then I was forced to move from school to school, back and forth between countries. Fortunately I grew up eventually, although many things went wrong in the process, I still retained many good memories, and the close friends I have so far are all my old classmates I met when I was in an international school. I didn't grow up in New York City, but I have a lot of connections to the city. Some of my maternal family relatives are in New York, my grandpa’ foundation has long supported local nonprofits and food banks, our business’s based in New York and most of the big projects that are visible locally are funded by our board of directors. Moreover, I renovated two of my old homes in the West Village and near Central Park in two years ago. I took some free time to rediscover the beauty of New York City, I felt like I've fallen in love with West Village and somewhere else all over again. There are a lot of secret bases that I remember, and the old brick facade of the house, the old bookstore, the small art space, as well as dense collection of old coffee shops, also the still friendly granny neighborhood and passionate artist couple... The atmosphere everywhere that just like welcomes you home if you ride your bike or take a leisurely walk around the neighborhood.