Over the past few days, a wave of emotion has washed over me and has had me missing PL. Last night, I had all of these things running through my head and thought I’d take a minute to type them out. If you’ve been to PL, you’ll get where I’m coming from with these thoughts and how I could miss them. So, here are the things I miss:
- the smell of coal burning stoves in the morning
- little kids saying, “Ai i hao!” (Hi Auntie)
- the sounds of morning….the old man outside my window exercising, trucks going up the hill, honking, the milk lady hollaring
- the smell of fresh steamed bread (bingzi)
- passing by my favorite shops and saying hello to the shop owners
- all of the grrrrreat and amazing PL food!
- the comfort of my apartment
- being able to grab a student last minute and take them to lunch, dinner, or have a shopping partner
- movie nights at my apartment with students
- running into the students/grads/PL friends as I walk in PL
- watching the old people dance in the park in the evenings or do tai ji in the mornings
- funny conversations with taxi drivers
- random strangers watching me shop in the grocery store
- teaching my precious students
Of course, I could go on and on, but I’ll stop now because frankly, you get the point. I miss it! How on earth am I going to survive another year and a half without these things? I know, He is with me and will help me through it and I know that there are several really good reasons, such as improving health, why I’m here now, but when these waves of emotion come crashing over me, it’s hard. Thank you for your continued thoughts for me as I apparently continue to transition back to the States.