It still feels a little wrong to say that I’ve been living in China for a year. But I have. Here goes: “I’ve been living in China for an entire year of my life”. Wrong, because I remember coming back…
How I survived a typhoon living abroad
I’m gonna preface this entry with the following statement: I have never been through an actual hurricane, so I may not be the best authority to turn in the face of a storm. Scratch that. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m…
Biking the wrong way down West Nanjing Road
There’s a typhoon landing in Shanghai tomorrow evening. I know this is the sort of thing that should leave me trembling, but I’m not. In fact, this is kind of exhilarating (ask me again when I’m clinging to a raft in…
"This tastes like Calpis"
I take it as a point of pride that I so rarely ‘lose my shit’. Last Saturday, I lost my shit. I lost it pretty bad. We got to Tokyo on Thursday (via the bullet train!) and by Saturday I…
The last train to Asakusa
Falling in love with Japan is so easy. Being there was so different from living in China. I’ve already written entries and entries about ways that China is often so hard to love – it’s in the obliviousness of people around me, the questionable rice triangle filling at FamilyMarts (I could have sworn the label said…
Feeling out of place in Shanghai
I’m still trying to figure out if this whole revamped blog name thing is working. I mean, I’m not even sure if people are able to see these posts again, or if I’m back to typing into the void (which is rather nice,…