From Chinese to Love

I went to a bubble tea place the other day.  While I was talking with my two friends, another trio of Asian girls walked inside.  I didn't think anything of it, but I heard them talking and, of course, immediatly recognized 普通话 (Mandarin Chinese).  Mustering some courage (it's still hard, even after 4 years), I asked if they were Carlton students.  They kinda just looked at me, said yes, and turned away.  Awkward.  Not the conversation I was hoping for.

I think I've been spoiled by people being impressed with my Mandarin while I was in China.  Here, it is just another language.  I think they also assumed my level was too low to understand what they were talking about (which, when they were next to me, wasn't true at all - I understood almost everything).  I'm glad they didn't talk poorly about me, but with their attitude, they basically did.

I haven't studied Chinese since I came back.  I want to pick up my textbook again and also read Peter Hessler - but I'm having such a good time with my friends back on campus and enjoying late nights talking with friends, studying Freud, etc. And just like that, I switch to 5 months of Chinese to 4 weeks of Freud and love.

out sick

I tried so hard not to get sick in China (sucessful), and within the first two weeks I'm in America, I develop a fever/cough/congestion/headache thing.  Poo.

One week

Today marks the 1st week anniversary of my temporary departure from China.  Eager to taste more of the "adventurer's life", I've started reading Tales of a Female Nomad by Rita Gelman, as recommended to me by Mat's fiancee (Nora Davis).  Rita describes the beginning of many travels after a proposed "break" in her 23-year marriage as something that she had always been longing to do.  Growing up getting lost on car rides and then, many years later, living the bourgousie life in LA, Rita's catalysts for going off by herself to the unknown are very different than my own.  My disappearances to different countries are not disappearances, but instead are visits well-supported by friends and family.  Unlike Rita, I am not going against the flow of mixed family politics.  I'd like to think that I am digging my own riverbed that feeds into the family tree.
Wow. Even writing a paragraph is exhausting.
 Life back in the States is pretty routine.  I'm heading off to "Hello, Dolly" this afternoon to spend time with my parents, whil Mat is away in New York for Nora's sister's wedding.  I keep busy these days, between hanging out with childhood friends and cleaning up from Christams while also planning for New Year's at Aly's house.  Not much else to say, except that I am very grateful for everyone who has given warm welcomes back into America (even if they were dressed up with silly reindeer antlers) and those who sent very thoughtful and useful gifts to me for the holidays!

list of contacts

hi!

I wanted to keep this list just as record keeping - it's my list of contacts while I was in Shanghai:
Alessandra
Amelia
Badminton
Carla
Chacha
Clara
Derek
Duchunding
杜春鸿
Ellen
葛亮
Hiro-chan
James
Jessimuhcuh
Jin Hee
Josh
节福
Kary 王凯
Kei
林鸿
Maren
Matt V
Max Diddams
Me
Meghan
Mr. Pingpang
Nick
Noodles
Old Man Shu txt
潘老师
Sally
Simon
Temmy
Tim
Virginia
王慧
王佩君
Xiao Bao
Xiao Li
小白
易可
云云

December 23rd

Hi Everyone!

I left Shanghai on Dec 22 at 4 pm and arrived in O'Hare on Dec 22nd at 4 pm.  Going back in time is pretty awesome (and a little boring, too).  My good friends, Emily, Alyson, Michelle, and my Mom surprised me at the airport by wearing reigndeer antlers and holding balloons to welcome my return - a huge difference from the long, lonesome walk back to the car!
The flight was uneventful.  I helped a Chinese lady from Suzhou in the seat next to me by letting her borrow my cellphone to call some people in Shanghai.  Started and finished "Norwegian Wood" by Harukami - who did "Underground".  Norwegian Wood is about 2 japanese youths falling love in modern times.  Outside of that, it's a little hard to explain.  Beautiful.

Alright.  off to bed.  I finished a show I was watching, and it has left me tired.  I should probably write these in the morning when I'm not so tired.

Up to you if you want to keep reading.

Leaving.

*poof*

and I'm off....back the the West.


Goodbye China.  For now.

Shanghai, snow, and delays.....

So my plans to go to Qibao fell through not once, but two times!  The cloud gods decided that cold wasn't enough - and that snow was necessary，especially on the days that I planned to head out to Shanghai's river town.  Well, we decided to make the most of it anyways (and move the day to this coming monday).  Instead of trucking ourselves to the outskirts of the city, Josh, James, Temmy, and I (as a result of a blackout in our dormitory) grabbed some steaming mugs of SwissMiss hot chocolate and moved over to a nearby cafeteria.  A deck of cards and Bananagrams in hand - we determindly overcame boredom and the cold.  It was epic.  Passing time and talking was so much fun - but it made me miss St. Olaf and the days slipping away into Thorson's fireplace room with blankets at midnight even more.  I'm coming home soon - and my body knows it.

; )

mmm, hot cocoa! hangin' with James....

Josh and I - the only time we took a nice photo...haha

TEMMY!  The greatest host in the world -- he looked after all the St. Olaf kids and showed us the ups and downs of Shanghai.  He became and remains a great friend.  And an awesome SuperSmash Bros gamer.

....it's not raining?

Bananagrams.  Who will win this next round of speed Scrabble?

I've noticed in the past few weeks how much I am psyced up for Christmas back in the States.  Because there is little to no decoration around in Shanghai (or, at least, no where near the amount St. Olaf puts up), it's easy to forget that Christmas Eve is just around the corner.  There is a particular feeling of Christmas in the States - people are a little more upbeat, the music on the radio changes, your work desk acquires a snow globe or two, shirts and socks flaunt reindeer and penguins with santa hats (or, if you my mom, frogs would be the choice of animal).  Here, the holidays is like a cold, early November day in Chicago: windy, grey, and a little bleak.  The one Santa Claus dressed up on the street is a reminder, but the stares and unsmiling faces of the passerbys say that he is out of place.