Just a snippet.
So it looks like dinner tonight is gonna be... steamed sweet potatoes and instant noodles. Because apparently I am even too lazy to walk 10 minutes down the street and get some barbecue stuff, and oatmeal is for breakfasts. Needless to say, being in China changes the parameters of the "what do I have in the house?" food game a bit. I started to write a longer post about how living here is interacting with my cooking habits, but I haven't had the focus to finish it yet. So you get sweet potato and instant noodles instead.
Also, I'm turning old tomorrow (23!). Ever since I grew into enough time-sense to feel the lazy days of childhood slipping past and then receding behind me, I've always felt a bit melancholy on birthdays. But this year I actually don't mind as it will put an extra year between me and my students (I finally got an idea of their ages; the first years seem to be 18-19, meaning the sophomores are probably 19-20), thereby reassuring me a bit that I'm really okay for this job and no one is laughing behind my back. The last month or so has been the first time in many, many years that I've responded to questions about my age with "[Actual age]--but I'm really almost [one year older]!" I don't know if I'll do anything much to celebrate, though. I might wait until later in the week, because...
T's getting here on Wednesday night! Not really late, but late enough that I will probably find him at the airport, get us home via cab, and then immediately lose consciousness, since I usually go to bed at 10 on work nights--shocking, I know, for a night-owl like me. However, at least he's not arriving during some morning/afternoon when I have to work, which would suck because I've been really looking forward to being the airport welcoming committee. And I have Thursday afternoon off, so I can show him around a bit and then we can go out to eat and I will have my T. back at last...
So actually, perhaps I should put off making any of the real "Amy's Life In China" posts that I feel I like ought to have been writing, because I suspect that sharing my space and time with another person again is going to change some of the patterns my daily life has fallen into so far. Funny to think that I hadn't lived alone in over two years before I came out here. I really haven't been thinking of this as my first solo apartment, even though it has been, more or less. I also apparently haven't been thinking of the last few years as 'life with my boyfriend'; it's just been, you know... life. Okay, not that surprising, but it seems cohabitation hasn't really changed my image of myself as a fairly independent, even somewhat solitary person. Hopefully after a mere month on my own, I won't have to relearn how to cohabit (though I'm not really too worried).
Okay, should turn off the boiling water now. 再见(zaijian)!
Also, I'm turning old tomorrow (23!). Ever since I grew into enough time-sense to feel the lazy days of childhood slipping past and then receding behind me, I've always felt a bit melancholy on birthdays. But this year I actually don't mind as it will put an extra year between me and my students (I finally got an idea of their ages; the first years seem to be 18-19, meaning the sophomores are probably 19-20), thereby reassuring me a bit that I'm really okay for this job and no one is laughing behind my back. The last month or so has been the first time in many, many years that I've responded to questions about my age with "[Actual age]--but I'm really almost [one year older]!" I don't know if I'll do anything much to celebrate, though. I might wait until later in the week, because...
T's getting here on Wednesday night! Not really late, but late enough that I will probably find him at the airport, get us home via cab, and then immediately lose consciousness, since I usually go to bed at 10 on work nights--shocking, I know, for a night-owl like me. However, at least he's not arriving during some morning/afternoon when I have to work, which would suck because I've been really looking forward to being the airport welcoming committee. And I have Thursday afternoon off, so I can show him around a bit and then we can go out to eat and I will have my T. back at last...
So actually, perhaps I should put off making any of the real "Amy's Life In China" posts that I feel I like ought to have been writing, because I suspect that sharing my space and time with another person again is going to change some of the patterns my daily life has fallen into so far. Funny to think that I hadn't lived alone in over two years before I came out here. I really haven't been thinking of this as my first solo apartment, even though it has been, more or less. I also apparently haven't been thinking of the last few years as 'life with my boyfriend'; it's just been, you know... life. Okay, not that surprising, but it seems cohabitation hasn't really changed my image of myself as a fairly independent, even somewhat solitary person. Hopefully after a mere month on my own, I won't have to relearn how to cohabit (though I'm not really too worried).
Okay, should turn off the boiling water now. 再见(zaijian)!