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Some days I hate not being in China. I wake up and think:
“I want to boggle my brain by talking only in Chinese today.”
“I want to wear my bloody self out listening to those two old men in the lane and figure out–once and for all–what the hell they’re saying about the bicycle that leans in the corner.” (cause, you, they’re speaking Shanghainese, not Mandarin, which makes getting it a gazillion times harder for me)
“I want to go watch the guy tie frogs on Wulumuqi Road.”
“I want to see the Pearl Tower gleam in the night.”
“I want to follow the chicken man.”
“I want, I want, I want…”
“I need my fix. My China fix.”
On these days, I long for a magic wand I can wave over my crazy, place-obsessed self and magically transport me & mine back to Shanghai.
(waves pen frantically)
Damn it…not a wand.
Q4U Expats / Travelers / Explorers: Longings like this? How do you deal?
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