I will be boarding the flight back home.
My parents and I finally decided that they would meet me at the airport, instead of waiting for me at home.
Mostly it was because I don’t have Chinese cash (RMB) on me. My phone’s setting wouldn’t allow me to DiDi (Chinese Uber + Lyft).
A million questions coursing through the mind of a soldier, coming back home from the war… finding the wife has left him, the house is gone, the parents are dead, the friends are now strangers…
A gazillion questions grill my attention:
- How would China treat me?
- How would Shanghai see me?
- How would my friends back home respond?
- Would I be happy?
- Would I find things I love to do here?
- Would I be financially independent?
- How would I find projects?
And yet, only one way to find out.
PS. I’m wearing a thick parka as I type this blog. Yes, it’s what I would wear tomorrow. a) Shanghai is getting cold. So is LA. b) I think I’ve probaly gone overweight with my suitcases… c) I love everything this parka.