How many 3-0 do we have in a lifetime?
The good news of being back is that I’m now burning RMB instead of USD. Roughly at the current ratio, seven RMB equals one USD.
But still, I’m burning my time at the same rate like everyone else. Some of my college, high school friends are officially 31, married with kids, richer than ever. In less than four months, I will be too, their age sans the man or the kid.
For the better part of my 3-0, I had lived in fear and dread.
- I feared that I might not get the work visa.
- I feared that I might be let go from my work.
- I feared that I might have to pack everything and move back to China.
- All the above.
By mid-October, all my worst fears became reality.
Am I in the fucking hell? Hell, no. I’m back in Shanghai. I’m still alive even though tortured by pneumonia to no ends right now…
After living through my worst fear (thus far), wasting away dollars on bullshits like moving, customs courtesy, and doctor bills, I’m still able to keep my hope alive somehow.
Fear has not destroyed me, or twisted me. But it did change me… to be an optimist.
True, my heart got lacerated the day I left LA. I miss my LA friends dearly. I miss LA terribly for its weather, food, water, air… all the basics that I once shrugged and ignored.
Most of all, I feared that my drive was lost during the move. And yet, out in the desert, a new kind of drive is sprouting out, strong and steady.
I have taken on three writing projects at the moment.
- One short film.
- One feature rewrite.
- One writeup for a company.
And a couple of others I’m developing for my artist visa.
Because of my recent readjustment back into my hometown, I have put my novel on hold. But I have been thinking about the story beats while I was doing the IV infusion.
By losing this much, I finally begin to focus on what’s absolutely necessary.
This time, I have no financial emergency, no landlord final notice, no impending fate to be decided.
This time, I’m racing against no one but time. How many 3-0 do we have in a lifetime, eh?
And yo, folks in LA, don’t you forget me too fast and furious, okay?