I get in my car, with my phone and my ipod in the front seat next to me. Push the "aux in" button twice and now there is music over flowing my car. Windows down, music up, and this is what home feels like. I can see for miles with a sky this blue.
My first weeks home are busy with lunches and dinners and hanging out at everyone's houses. My brother and I laugh about something that we see on TV. Something that is in English and there are no Chinese subtitles. I smile when the guy at Starbucks asks me how I'm doing....in English. I no longer use my hands to talk...as much. I also don't find myself saying Ni-hao or xie xie. A place where I am understood. Not just because I speak the language, but because I look a lot like everyone here. I have yet to turn around and see someone snatching a picture of me on their not-so-hidden xlr.
I love sharing stories of China, but not in one big chunk. I love hearing about what's been going on HERE since I left. Occasionally I'll slip a "In China they..." but besides that, I don't talk about it much. Not because I didn't enjoy it, but because I love being home. I'm excited about this next season.
Maybe it's not always the road we're on, but it's what we have driving us.
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