Learning to use chopsticks in China is easy. Learning when not to use them is hard. Dinner in Shanghai – my home for the past two years – is rarely eaten alone. A dinner is the sort of grand occasion…
What we understand and misunderstand about coming back home
It’s not easy to come home. First, there’s the sixteen hours of the flight back, which is in itself a special kind of torture. There’s the reverse culture shock, this inability to comprehend what it’s like to be among people…
Sharing Secrets
I’m never really sure how much of my life should be appropriate to share on this blog. It’s been just over a year since I started writing on here, mainly on a whim. Well, I first started this in November of 2013, meaning to…
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,…
Making things up as I go along
I gotta be honest, sometimes living abroad gets pretty miserable. The good days do absolutely outweigh the bad. For one, China is overwhelmingly convenient. The cabs are ridiculously cheap. There is an unending supply of Korean BBQ. Eating chuanr no longer makes me violently…