I’ve just been missing home a lot lately. I’ve been missing the vegan potlucks we used to have on Dwight street. I’ve been missing the red of the fall New England leafs. I’ve been missing biking up to Edwards St…
Hot Pot for breakfast and hot air balloons
Sichuan Hot Pot (the dish Chengdu is best known for) has four major components: Sichuan peppercorns, hot oil, hot oil, and hot oil. It’s beyond delicious. But.. it is also mostly oil. Oil, garlic, chives, and the kind of spices that…
I paid 150rmb to get rained on for 10 minutes
I’m back in Shanghai (which at this point I’ve accepted is my temporary home) and I’ve just began working a new job at a British company based in China. I’m doing… well, I’m not quite sure what I’m doing yet. But I’m…
American-Chinese
The second time coming back home it finally hits you that China has started becoming something familiar and comforting (doubtful I would have said that in May). I feel like on any trip anywhere really, you sort of crave the…
The shitty part about being in your twenties
One of the things we constantly heard during middle school (aside from the fact that we would need to use cursive for the rest of our life. I listened! But I’m pretty sure our teachers were dirty liars) is that we rarely…
23 and unemployed
I feel like, as bloggers, it’s on some level our duty to write about going through life like dreamy-eyed teenagers, We write about the the bright and the exciting (“ooh look at all the Ayis I saw around the West Lake…
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…
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…
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,…
It's the 21st century: Who gets the bill? (and other questions I ask about gender norms)
I remember, during our time at the Elmhurst, one of the reasons A and would get along so well (aside from our penchant for late-night Moscow Mules and long-winded heart-to-hearts on the fire escape at odd hours of the night), was the fact that I…