I thought I heard a rooster crow outside my suburban home's window this morning. It made me fondly remember my China neighbor's feathered friend that gave the same morning salute each day (though I don't think I felt so fond at the time!). And I missed China.
I made a Chinese friend at the toddler story hour at the library. The next time I saw her, she gave me a little drum as a gift. It made me remember the endearing idiosyncrasies of Chinese culture. And I missed China.
My friend April visited our apartment the other day to check on some things for me. She sent me a picture of my dining room table. It made me remember all the joyful meals we've hosted there. And I missed China.
I keep wanting to use the word mafan and, even after 10 months, my English still isn't as streamline as it should be. After speaking with my new library friend, I remembered how much I enjoy conversing in that crazy cadence of rise & fall. And I missed China.
Slowly, slowly, I think I'm getting ready to go. Because it turns out that if you peel back all the layers of American comfort & ease, I miss China. I really do miss China.
3 comments:
and China misses you! So ready to have meals gathered around that dining table again!
I think you should throw me in your suitcase with me. Just saying. ;)
I'm sure China misses you too... but you've got some friends in Austin that are going to be sad when you are gone. :)
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