Sep 09, 2009 16:48
On doing things you said you'd do
It smells like raw sewage sometimes in our kitchen and bathroom. The pipes are exposed, the floors are dusty, there aren't enough outlets, we can't run the air conditioner and the microwave at the same time, my lungs ache from the air. Things aren't perfect. It's a strange feeling when you realize you actually do serve a purpose somewhere, but that somewhere happens to be halfway around the world. I'm even pretty good at what I do. I have a responsibility here, and it feels so good to finally feel like I'm doing something. No, being a student doesn't count. In the end, it turns out I'm really not that great at being a student, so I'm glad to be finished with it for the time being. Really glad. China is, as suspected, an extremely difficult place to understand and get used to, but shit. I'm sliding down the sides of 4,000 year old temples, no hands. For the first time, I'm not envious of anyone. Really.