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One of my favorite memories of my year in China - the Yungang Grotto in Datong. So powerful, so beautiful.
Coming back to things
Well, it has been a while since I’ve posted here. Living in China from September 2015 to September 2016 was the whole idea for this blog. However, China’s internet issues made updating this blog incredibly difficult. A few posts were done, but I just couldn’t keep it up due to fighting the internet.
But I have been home now for a year and have been rebuilding life over here. And, oh, there’s good internet.
Where is here exactly? Pasadena, California with my weirdo cat, Indiana Jones, and trying to put life back together after being gone.
However, I have decided to rebuild this blog as I begin to completed my accidentally inspirational memoir of my time in China and how that time helped me heal from a couple of really shitty years. The hope is to publish this memoir by the end of the year, but life has a fucked up sense of humor, so we’ll see what happens.
I will be posting pieces of the memoir and other musings here to give you a taste of what’s to come. For now, read through the couple of blogs I managed to make while in China and get caught up on the beginning.
Talk to you soon...
Thoughts and musings on Beijing and things
(Sorry, no photos this time around.) I forget sometimes that this is the trip of a lifetime, that it’s a dream I never imagined I dreamed. Probably because it has become a life. I get up, I do some stuff - maybe the coffee shop, maybe draw a bit - then I go to work. After work, I come home or I go to the coffee shop, or I draw a bit or write or blog. And then I go to bed. Then I get up and start all over again. Occasionally, there are cool things I get to do. And it is China. But it’s still a life, just like I had in Los Angeles. Only now, it’s in Beijing. Don’t get me wrong. It is incredible to be here. And when I do go to certain places around here, I am reminded that this is a very special place. I love that public parks are special places here and that people treat them as such. I love that I can go to this beautiful Buddhist temple called the Lama Temple any time I want and just bask in the spirit and the incense and the peace there. I love that there are occasional glimpses of the edges of the Great Wall here and there. I love the language, which sometimes just sounds angry but it’s just the way they talk. And I love when people try to communicate with me. I don’t speak Mandarin, they don’t speak English. But there’s a connection. Like today. I went to a nearby discount market where it’s just floors and floors and floors of cheap merchandise that you can usually barter and negotiate your way down to next to nothing. There is a great booth there that has some beautiful yarn. I walked in and asked how much. They know that much. She took a calculator and punched in “25”, meaning 25 RMB per skein. And then I pointed to who I think was her mother, knitting away, and pointed to the needles and she understood that. So we gestured and we grunted and we connected. The mother smiled at me when I said that I had left my yarn and needles in the states. Even though she didn’t understand my language, I think she understood what I meant. She said something back to me that I didn’t understand but her smile and her compassionate eyes spoke volumes. That is a place I will definitely go back to, and hopefully be able to communicate with them some day. The chaos is tough to take sometimes. Everything is chaos, which is weird. I didn’t think it would be. But it is. Traffic. Walking down the street. Riding my scooter. Sometimes it looks like the old Shriners clown cars. And the noise can be epic and frightening and overwhelming. There is no personal space here. Especially on the subway. Doing business here is challenging. As much as you may respect someone, everyone here will push you as far as they think they can push you. If you don’t say, no, I won’t do that, they will push and push and push, and suddenly, you’re doing a job you don’t want to do and hating every minute of it. I recently had to say no to my boss, who I really respect and who I know is under pressure from those above her. But I had to say no to teaching English and kindergarten as that’s not what I came here for. I’ve made peace with teaching in a way I hadn’t expected to be teaching, but this was not why I came here. Luckily, she listened and we worked it out. But not every business dealing is that easy. Try getting a cell phone. Yikes. Sometimes I have to remember to look around and realize that this is special, this is a life I never imagined I would live. I’m meeting people I would have never met and discovering the beauty of people from all over the world. The other thing that I’m finding here is release. Now, I’m not gonna get freakin’ “Eat Pray Love” on y’all here. But I’m finding that I’m able to grieve here in a way that I couldn’t in Los Angeles. Something about being home held me back from just letting myself feel what I needed to feel. I got very good at putting my feelings away and letting them out a little bit at a time, when I felt like I could. No one put these restrictions on me but myself. I couldn’t let myself hurt. I couldn’t let myself break. I still hung on to the idea that I had to be okay. But being here, with no one around that I feel I have to be okay for, I can break. I can hurt. I can weep tears I could never weep back in LA. I can be no okay here because no one sees me here. And no one knows me here. I grieved tonight for my parents. I miss them so very much. Especially here. My father would have been so incredibly happy that I was here. It would have filled his heart to know I was here. And my mother would have been living vicariously through me. I think of her every time I walk through a junky, crazy market with all the weird stuff and just think about all the funny things my mother would have bought and brought home. I think about how much we could have shared and I’m so sorry they didn’t see me do this. And I miss them. I miss my mother so much, I can’t bear it sometimes. She was not the woman I knew towards the end. Alzheimer’s had taken her and replaced her with someone…well… not very nice. But I could see a glimpse of the woman I loved the last time I saw her. And my father. God. I miss him. He was my heart. And tonight, I finally was able to let go and weep and sob and miss and hurt. And I grieved for the loss of the relationship with the man who I will love for the rest of my life, even if he can’t love me back. It’s been a long time but he still fills my heart so much that sometimes, it hurts so much. My head knows that the vision I had of him in his tux and me in a white dress will never, ever happen. But my heart has only finally begun to accept that as well. And I let the tears that I’ve denied myself fall since I’ve been here because he’s not here. I don’t have to see him at all for the next year. That hurts, in a weird way. Seeing him as often as I did kept that teeny, tiny, puny, weak sliver of hope alive. But the reality here is that the hope has to die. I will love him forever for he was so many things in such a short time. But I’m letting my heart finally push him out. I don’t think I will ever let myself go like that again because I don’t want to hurt like this again. But I have to let my heart empty itself out and let it grieve and accept the loss in a way it hasn’t been able to do. And cancer. Cancer. CANCER. I still can’t really process that. I had cancer. I went through it, I survived it and I’m here. I’m on the other side of it, clean bill of health, blessings from my doctor to be here. But I had cancer. And it destroyed my life, even though it was caught early and relatively simple treatment, compared to what it could have been. I don’t know how people who have later stages and on-going nightmares of treatment do it. I barely survived what I had to go through. And some days, I’m not sure I’m still going to be able to survive. Cancer. A word that will follow me the rest of my life. No matter where I go. I haven’t told many people here about my treatment. I’m kind of scared to. I don’t want to be the “cancer survivor”. The person who had cancer. No one here really needs to know. My boss knows. One of the teachers knows because he caught me sort of unawares and it slipped out before I could stop myself. But I’m playing it quiet right now. Because I need to get back to being me. Me, before the cancer diagnosis, before the loss, before the heartbreak, before you. There was a life before. And now there needs to be a life after. And I’m hoping that, when I get back to Los Angeles, you’ll see the me that was there before.
Sometimes
Sometimes you have to let your heart break open, let all the tears fall and flow, and let go of that you held so long so you can make room for something more.
A thousand years of things and stuff
9/20/15
I sit here in between the Drum Tower and the Bell Tower, both built almost a thousand years ago.
Yet life continues to go on here. Children race each other on skates or scooters or whatever they can find to race on. Grown-ups watch fondly and laughter echoes between the two buildings, filling the ancient stones with life. A young couple plays badminton and as the sun goes down, the community begins to arrive. The funny language, the “Beijing R”, which is a sound unique to the natives of this area, the few other languages add to the laughter. A grandfather squats easily, talking to his granddaughter and a little girl arrives in her princess dress. A dog or two cross the square, just because. A baby explores gravity as she tries to climb up a small ramp, hand held carefully by an elder.
Wandering through small local bookstores, not understanding anything, yet feeling the essence of the pages. I’ll have to come back when I can afford to buy the myriad of books on the beauty that is traditional art. An art store with everything I know and everything I don’t almost made me cry.
Stumbled upon a drum circle by a lake, drawn by the power of the sound. Graciously allowed to hammer away at the skin, the sound lost amongst all the others, but I didn’t care. I could feel the vibration of not only what I was doing but what everyone else was doing. Sound, power, laughter, in the fading Beijing light.
Here, where repression lies underneath everything, there are beautiful times of complete freedom, where the people forget they aren’t as free as they could be. They relish that moment, coming together to share and to be free in the moments they are allowed to be. Maybe that’s why it feels different. Back home, we forget that we are free and we lose that joy of freedom because it’s always there and always accessible. Here, there is joy in letting go, even briefly.
Maybe that’s why China speaks to me. I forgot how to let go, how to be free. I forgot that I wasn’t trapped. I forgot about the centuries of life inside of me. And here, I’m learning to let that out.
Finding my way
9/16/15 Figuring things out Well, I've been here two weeks. Sometimes, it feels like a lifetime, in a good way, I guess. Finally feeling settled in. I like my apartment, which is a good thing because I spent a lot of time there. Because I'm so short on money, I can't really go out and play. I kind of budget a bit for the coffee shop every day or so in order to get some good internet access, especially when I'm not at work. It's good thing I love dumplings and can justify eating them most days because they are a staple here. Trying to eat at home as much as possible so I can splurge on the coffee shop. I like chatting with my roomie, cuz she's easy to talk to. Though she is out a lot of the time because she does have friends here. Accepting the fact that the art I will be doing is nowhere near what I'd like to be doing. So I'm trying to find fun and inventive art projects that I can be proud of and that I enjoy doing while maybe giving the kids a bit more than they're getting. Most of the projects I've seen here at this program are a little above the kids scribbling all over a paper and calling it a "magic city". They're really not learning so I'm trying to figure out how to find things that can teach them something. I am teaching two English classes a week as well, but I can incorporate art into them any way I see fit, so that helps. And the people are nice at the school. One of them, Anthony, has been helping me figure out some technology issues, like downloading torrents since internet access is unpredictable, torrents are the best thing to do. I have found a Chinese equivalent to Netflix, which helps a lot. I can binge watch some shows and even access movies sometimes. The television, needless to say, is all Chinese so right now it's not much help. As it has all along, this place feels like home. I'm getting more comfortable being out in the world and not understanding things, because I know eventually I'll learn the language. I like walking the streets and just being a part of the life here. And I like having my bicycle, though I can't wait to afford to buy a motorized bike because sometimes, I'm too tired to ride. But I have to in order to get to and from work. The weather is turning to fall here. It's getting cooler at night, though not too cold yet. Just nice cool fall evenings. Glad I packed some warm clothing with me. I'll have to eventually buy a winter coat and boots when it gets cold. Cuz, boy, it's gonna get cold. There is so much I want to do but until I get paid, I'm a bit stuck. But that's okay. I have to remind myself that I'm here for another fifty weeks, leaving plenty of time to do things. Trying to just focus on one day at a time and doing what I need to do for that day. I am tired, though, lately. Not sure if it's all the traveling the past few months. I mean, I was here for six weeks - six very tough weeks - then flew home for four very tough weeks and then back here for a couple of tough weeks getting settled in. I guess it makes sense that I'm worn out. And I'm not used to having to work every day. Again, luckily, I only have a couple of classes a day on my hardest days. Several days, I only have one class. I'm trying to give myself permission to just sleep as long as I need to and rest when my body feels lousy, like the past few days. I'm so tired that it's hard to get much done. So right now, I'm just letting myself sit and do nothing. Though I did tackle a load of laundry today so I can have clean undies. I have been writing a lot. Not sure where this book is going to go. Right now, it feels like a lot of just drivel I'm getting out of my head that I'm not sure anyone will be interested in reading. Just trying to put thoughts down for now and will sort things out later. As I've said, life here isn't much different than home. I was alone a lot, I was feeling isolated and empty, I was feeling... lost. Hopefully, some of that will fade as I build a life here and I figure things out. Have to get used to calling this home for now. I keep thinking, "Back home, I'd be..." and then I realize that I am home... for now.
Getting around Beijing
9/10/15 Tumblr So it's been just over a week here in Beijing. Actually, I'm in an area called Wudaoku (woo-DOW-co), which is where several colleges and many, many technology companies are located. The cool thing is that every day that I go and explore, I find new things and new places. Just found a side street with a couple of cool-looking bars and restaurants where a lot of westerners were hanging out. After I get paid (in the beginning of October!), I will go and explore those. Hard to get used to the idea that I don't have to squeeze everything into a few weeks, that I have an entire year to do and see what I want to do and see. Enjoying having a bicycle! Lets me explore further than I can walk. Yesterday, I went over to a tech area that one of the other teachers, Anthony, told me about. I was going to try to get a Chinese phone but got too intimidated by the fact that I don't speak Chinese to even try. I'll have to get someone to go with me and see if they can help me figure it out. Then I went to find Wal-Mart. That turned into a bit of an adventure. Figured out that I had been right on top of it but it was hidden behind several larger buildings and there's barely any signage. So a huge detour took me through one of the local college campuses, which was cool, and gave me a bit more exercise than I had planned. But I picked up a few more basic things I needed and looked into a few more that I'll pick up when I get paid. <a href="http://s567.photobucket.com/user/Susanlee11/media/image.jpg3_zps52eqa2fz.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss115/Susanlee11/image.jpg3_zps52eqa2fz.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo image.jpg3_zps52eqa2fz.jpg"/></a> Riding a bike in Beijing is a bit like "Mad Max" meets the "Hunger Games" with bikes, scooters, pedestrians and a few cars and buses thrown in just to make things more interesting. There are theoretical bike lanes but these are filled with bikes, electric scooters, motorcycles and pedestrians, as well as cars that are too impatient to wait in regular lanes, and buses during certain hours, just because. People ride two and three on bikes and scooters, sometimes balancing children precariously in front of them or on barely existing child seats on the back. The first time I saw this when I was here in January in Shenyang, it freaked me out. We would never, ever do that in the states. But here, children are dangling and balanced in the weirdest ways on the weirdest things. I'll try and grab some photos when I can. The main thing about driving or riding a bike here is you have to either show you have bigger balls than whoever is trying to push past you or just completely acquiesce and let them go. I have faced down a couple of cars and even a bus and won. However, most of the time, I let the four wheeled, gasoline-powered guys go first. Oh, and helmets don't really exist here. China is not big on the concept of safety in any way. So I just hold my breath and cross my fingers and head out into the insanity. And traffic here is chaos. I've talked to many of you who have traveled all over the world and this is not unusual. Traffic signals are just a suggestion, usually ignored. During rush hour, there are traffic officers trying gamely to create some organization out of the anarchy, without much success. It's kind of amusing to watch them scream in Mandarin as huge buses just push past them and avoid plowing down pedestrians by mere inches. People here are very unaffected by this, crossing between buses and cars without seeming to worry or care that they are about to be plowed down. My theory is this - if everyone accepts and understands that it is chaos, then everyone is open to the chaos. If you try to inflict order on to this chaos, that's where you run into trouble. Acknowledging the chaos makes you constantly aware that you could die at any moment, so it keeps you on your toes and aware. If you assume order, you're going to die. It's that simple. <a href="http://s567.photobucket.com/user/Susanlee11/media/image.jpg4_zpsabhqqahq.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss115/Susanlee11/image.jpg4_zpsabhqqahq.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo image.jpg4_zpsabhqqahq.jpg"/></a> Trying to get settled in. Finally unpacked everything today and put the suitcases out on the balcony (enclosed) so that it feels more permanent. Realized how much stuff I had to leave behind that I wish I could have brought with me. I should have packed a box to ship eventually with artwork and supplies and books, etc. But, oh, well. I'll figure it out. I do have to fight the urge to rush out and see everything I want to see because I've always been here on a short term basis. Getting used to the fact that I can wait and go see something next month instead of rushing out today. The list of things is pretty long - go back to the Summer Palace, visit the Old Summer Palace, which has a bunch of ruins and looks really cool, go back to the 798, hit my favorite flea market when I have some money, hit the local Drink and Draw, and on and on and on. So much to do. But I have a ton of time. I do love the chaos of this city. It has life, it has energy. Any time I go out, the streets are full of people and bikes and scooters and cars going somewhere. Even my courtyard usually has a bunch of people hanging out, kids running around, old folks doing some funny kind of exercise. People watching is great here and that's why I love walking around and sitting in coffee shops. The downside is that I'm not thrilled with the program where I'm teaching. I thought it was going to be fine art focused, as it was when I was at MR. All the things I saw when I interviewed seemed to point that way and the director was excited about what I was bringing to the table. Well, that's not the case. They have a very haphazard approach to what the kids learn. I'm fine with the fact that everyone creates their own lesson plans, but there's no consistency. The kids are introduced to a concept and then it's forgotten and they move on to something else. Nothing is set up to build knowledge and skills. They want the kids to have fun and create "stories", which means they draw whatever the hell they want and color it in whatever way they want. One of the projects I looked at as I was reviewing what had been done was a supposed color wheel. But all the colors were in the wrong place and there wasn't so much of as a wheel as a bunch of circles drawn around a piece of paper. The other teachers also have that laissez faire attitude and were confused when I talked about teaching the kids how to build their skills. And these are well-educated, experienced teachers. So I'm not sure how I'm going to fit in and make it work the way I want it to work. They say, teach whatever you want. So I'm going to see how it goes. I know, it's only been a week. But it's been kind of a frustrating week. <a href="http://s567.photobucket.com/user/Susanlee11/media/image.jpg2_zpsu656igjn.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss115/Susanlee11/image.jpg2_zpsu656igjn.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo image.jpg2_zpsu656igjn.jpg"/></a> So while I'm still excited about being here for a year, I don't see staying beyond that, at least not at this program. And I miss Los Angeles. It's been very gloomy here, which is normal, and I had expected that might be an issue. I miss my friends and my coffee shop. I miss my kitty most of all. But life here is very similar to my life in Los Angeles. I get up whenever because I don't teach until late in the day, which is nice. Spend a lot of time at Twosome, a local coffee shop which has an upper floor and I can look out on to the bustling street while I write or draw. My roommate is lovely and we get along, though we rarely see each other. I do feel a bit lonely and isolated, but I was feeling that back in Los Angeles as well. There's something inside of me that needs to be put back together and it wasn't happening there. I hope it happens here. I have been writing. Started the book I was thinking about, though it's taken a very different turn. Thought it would be about recovering from cancer, but it's actually going to be about trying to get back to being simple. It's just a beginning, but I'm interested in the direction it's going and I'll see if it turns into something. It's called "The Courage to be Simple" and I'll let you know if there's anything to be read eventually. So thanks for checking in. I'll add some pictures when I have some. Need to get an adapter so I can transfer photos to my iPad Mini. That'll be my next shopping trip. Take care of yourself.
Getting settled
Well, I’ve been here five days. Won’t say I’m a native yet but settling into things. Haven’t really started work yet so there is no routine right now.
Spent the first couple of days just getting to know the neighborhood. Couple of nice coffee shops, lots of little places to eat, easy walking distance to the subway station. Big “western” and multi-ethnic population, lots of students and business folks.
I do really like my room. Spend most of my time in it because it’s big and bright and comfy. The living room is kind of dark and not as comfy. My roomie, Amanda, is really cool. We’ve talked a few times and I like her a lot. She’s easy-going and very smart. She’s only 22 but feels like 35. She’s from Denmark and very straightforward so I think we’ll do fine. We still have no idea about the other roommate…
Had a hard time yesterday, as I figured I would eventually. Tried to get a cab to the school. Left very, very early because I know getting a cab can be capricious. I had the address and what I thought were directions but two cabs initially said no, they wouldn’t take me. At least I think that’s what they said. Went back to the apartment and got better instructions. Again, two taxis wouldn’t take me. Finally found one that would.
Good thing is the school is very, very close. Was kind of thrown into teaching a “try out” class with very little instruction on how to conduct the class. I was given two workbooks to try to work from but I knew they wouldn’t work. These are six-year-old children who barely speak English. I ended up with eight cute little kids with their parents hovering anxiously. I finally asked my boss to have the parents leave and the kids loosened up. They did fine, and I had to spend some time trying to convince parents they should sign their child up for more classes. Seemed to be fairly successful.
My boss told me she had a bicycle for me, which would make getting to and from the school so easy. Cool.
I waited after class and suddenly realized she had disappeared. I thought she was still dealing with parents then realized all the parents were gone. I finally found her after sitting for more than an hour. She handed me a key and said she had a bike for me. Great. Where? Which one? Oh, yeah. She had someone finally walk me down to the bike. A bit old but would do just fine. I just had no idea how to get home. Again, had to track my boss down and she had someone basically bicycle with me and lead me home. Good thing is it’s about a ten minute ride away, so that will be good.
Oh, and I lost the key fob to get into my complex and into my building. Around $35 to replace it. Trying to see if I can manage without it as my nest egg is quickly running out, with what I had to take care of before I came here and putting together all the basic necessities once I got here. Amanda has been great about sharing hers so maybe we can make this work.
It rained for two straight days, which wasn’t fun. But I have my nifty thrift store rain boots, so that was fine.
Today, I spent most of the day at the 798 Art District. Imagine an area the size of Disneyland filled with art galleries, shops and cafes. It’s built around an old munitions factory and is so terribly cool. I took a ton of photos but don’t have the right thing to load them into my iPad Mini yet so those will come later. I only got through maybe half of it. I did want to see the steampunk exhibit there since no one seemed to really know how long it was going to be there. It was only 35 RMB, which is about $5 American.
Though they had some cool stuff, the exhibit was a bit disappointing overall. A lot of photos of pictures, a few cool pieces, but nothing terribly exciting. Oh, well. It was a fun way to spend the day.
One thing that I did love were the Chinese paintings. Some were traditional, some more contemporary. But what struck me about them, as always, is their simplicity overall. One was a beautiful watercolor of a crane. Just a strong outline created in a single stroke with a handful of brilliant, confident strokes defining the rest of it.
And that’s when it hit me.
It takes courage to be that simple. To be that confident. To be that certain with that single stroke. Though it probably took a thousand single strokes that sucked to get to that single stroke.
But I realized that I think this is what this journey is about. Finding the courage to be simple. To strip away all the noise and all the bullshit and all the crap I’ve been carrying around. And just get back to simple. The courage to be simple. Sounds easy. Sure. But I think that’s where my writing is going to take me, at least to start. Finding the courage to be simple.
Because I think that’s what speaks to me about being here. Without the noise and distraction of the internet (cuz the internet intentionally sucks here), without endlessly scrolling through Facebook and spending hours comparing myself to everyone else on there and coming up short, without all of that noise, I’m starting to be able to think. And we’ll see where that takes me.
Tomorrow is my first day of actual classes. I have two classes, apparently. Going in early to get a bit of training since I am picking up someone else’s classes.
Oh, yeah, and in the typical Chinese way, the agent who got me the apartment sent me a WeChat message at 1 PM saying I needed to get registered with the police by 5 PM today. I got the message at 3ish, while I’m sitting in the 798, which is at least two hours away wit walking and subway. So spent a while doing that runaround, trying to get home ASAP and knowing it was moot since they couldn’t do anything after 5. So get to do all that runaround again in the morning.
Sorry, not feeling terribly creative tonight. My neck and my knee are killing me from all the walking at the 798 today, but it was worth it. So I’m covered in Tiger Balm, watching “MI: Ghost Protocol” on my weird Chinese version of Netflix and just trying to relax before the real work starts tomorrow. Hope everything is in your world…
And here we go...
Just over ten years ago, I put a padlock on a storage unit and wondered where my life would go from there. My marriage had just ended after almost 14 years, the last of which were abusive and heartbreaking. I was 43 and couldn't imagine where I would be in one year, never mind ten.
Ten years later, I put another lock on another storage unit and wondered where my life would go from here. This time, I chose to leave everything behind and begin anew. The ten years in between saw me build the life I had always wanted but never seemed to be able to create. And now, a new chapter opens in front of me in that continuing desire to create the life I want.
The last three years have been filled with challenges and heartbreak and a sense of feeling that life that I wanted slipping through my fingers and wondering if I could ever get that life back.
Well, the universe decided that in order to get that life back, I have to do it in China. Yeah, I know. My universe is weird.
Having been here twice this year, China actually makes sense for me. I have loved it here from the first moment I got off the plane. Maybe it's because my grandfather was from southern China or maybe it's just my ancient soul. But it seems that I was meant to end up here, since my route here has been ridiculous and circuitous.
But here I sit, my first full day in Beijing as a citizen of China. And as scary as it is, I still feel I am home.
I share my apartment with two other women. One is a lovely young women, Amanda, studying at one of the local schools and is from Denmark. She showed me all the tricks of the apartment, like the weird routine to get hot water into the bathroom and the temperamental toilet. The other roommate is apparently Chinese and on some sort of business trip somewhere, her return date unknown. And the first thing I did was a mange to lock myself out of my own room. Yup. Welcome to China.
The apartment is something I would probably have not rented in Los Angeles because it is very ghetto and kind of scary on the outside. But I have learned that this is sort of normal for Chinese apartments. But my room is clean(ish) and a good size, with nice closets, also a rarity in China. But my favorite part is the little enclosed balcony. I haven't been able to get the windows open yet but I will. The kitchen has a decent fridge and decent cupboard space.
I wandered the neighborhood and am currently writing this at a local Starbucks. There are a couple of other local coffee shops I will eventually explore but I do like the view from here.
There are a lot of cool stores, a supermarket across from the apartment, and a ton of places to eat. The subway station is two minutes away, which is awesome.
There are a lot of "westerners" here. While English isn't exactly spoken easily here, they do try very hard to help you out. Think I'll manage fine.
Basic necessities still need to be handled. Getting a phone, figuring out the subway, getting to the school, all that stuff. My boss, Susan Fu, thinks they have a bike I can have, which will help a lot. The school is about a 20-25 minute away, I think. I start tomorrow afternoon so I'll find out if that is true. They handled all the payments for the apartment - rent and utilities are paid three months in advance, which is weird. But we'll work it out. Susan picked me up at the airport last night and is so excited to have me here as part of her school. They might even create a comic book course, and wine and watercolor events, she was so excited by what I bring to the table. We're meeting tomorrow to discuss all of this.
Today was just getting my feet wet. I'll be honest - I had a few major "what the hell am I doing" moments as I walked around today. I was intimidated by not understanding any of the signs and not finding what I want at the supermarket. Also realizing I left a lot of things behind that I should have brought or packed to ship.
But I put up two of my pin-ups that happened to end up in my luggage and that helped. Also put out my favorite photo of my father by my bed, since he's sitting on my shoulder through this whole thing. And I found a silly photo Mark gave me of him and Fiona at a YouTube thing -stuck it in my book when I was there the other day and forgot to take it out. So a bit of home is here with me.
Not sure what this year will bring. Adventures, for sure. Want to return to the Great Wall at least once. Can't wait to see Hong Kong and maybe Shanghai and maybe Guangzhou, where my grandfather was from.
What I do hope to get out of this year is to heal. The past few years have left me very broken inside. Cancer, loss and so many other things have left me busted and battered and unable to see my way clear to anything, for the first time in my life. Hoping that being here, away from everything I know and everything that reminds me of how broken I am, will help me begin to put the pieces back together again. I want to write a book about this journey and this blog will probably be a part of that. Don't expect "Eat Pray Love" cuz that shit just ain't me. I don't have to find myself, because I never lost who I am. But the who I am has to be glued together for me to move forward. They say the Japanese fill cracks in broken tea cups with gold because they become more valuable when they are broken and filled.
I am here seeking to be filled with gold. And I hope you will follow me on this adventure.