I LOVE LIVING IN SHANGHAI ALTHOUGH IT TOOK 2 HOURS TO GET HOME
I sit sweaty at our only "antique," a wine table that fits a laptop and a few office accoutrements. It's taken me several hours to get home. 1 hour on the bus from the new campus outside the city. There are cities of new facilities, remember, it's a business now. That was 3:30 until 4:30.
M. convinced me to come with her on the bus to Jin An Temple where I knew I could get a subway, but would have to connect to another line. I hadn't been on a bus here since we lived in Dalian.
At about five I looked down at my watch, waiting to board the train. Not too busy! I felt lucky. At the change at People's Park, it was getting crowded and I was getting sweaty. It's been raining all day, and was drafty. I had my raincoat on and a long scarf doubled, wrapped around my neck, then the free ends slipped through the loop, the way I was told was a more trendy look, back in Dalian during my first winter here. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't been told.
I didn't think I'd make the first train that came along because, as I approached the tracks there were already people lined up several deep. But I made it. Crowded as you can imagine in rush hour in the biggest city in the most populous country on the planet. I spent a squeezed sweaty four or five stops to my favorite stop, Xuijiahui, where there are actually 14 different exits up to the street as it sits below a circle of converging streets.
It wasn't long before I got a taxi but what is usually a ten minute drive at most was almost a half hour. Traffic. It was dreary and grey. I got home just before 6PM.
Why do I love it here? I don't live in Amerika! I don't have to wonder every day if my exchanges will be with close friends or strangers who voted for that vile deathmonger and his ilk. Also, I'm safe here. People should feel safe. We are valued here by many people who don't really understand why we leave the U.S. but need us to be here. Maybe one day after economic reform they will go back to their roots and spread the wealth more.
And so, on Teacher Tuesday, I await delivery from the Moon River Diner, for my huzzband, who is feeling under the weather but still out working a "Parents' Night."
Someone is at my door...it's about 7PM. just dropped $12.00 and a tip on a Blue Burger, Creamed Spinach and Apple Pie to revive Mr. F.
One day in the future, will globalization have made everywhere more or less the same?
M. convinced me to come with her on the bus to Jin An Temple where I knew I could get a subway, but would have to connect to another line. I hadn't been on a bus here since we lived in Dalian.
At about five I looked down at my watch, waiting to board the train. Not too busy! I felt lucky. At the change at People's Park, it was getting crowded and I was getting sweaty. It's been raining all day, and was drafty. I had my raincoat on and a long scarf doubled, wrapped around my neck, then the free ends slipped through the loop, the way I was told was a more trendy look, back in Dalian during my first winter here. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't been told.
I didn't think I'd make the first train that came along because, as I approached the tracks there were already people lined up several deep. But I made it. Crowded as you can imagine in rush hour in the biggest city in the most populous country on the planet. I spent a squeezed sweaty four or five stops to my favorite stop, Xuijiahui, where there are actually 14 different exits up to the street as it sits below a circle of converging streets.
It wasn't long before I got a taxi but what is usually a ten minute drive at most was almost a half hour. Traffic. It was dreary and grey. I got home just before 6PM.
Why do I love it here? I don't live in Amerika! I don't have to wonder every day if my exchanges will be with close friends or strangers who voted for that vile deathmonger and his ilk. Also, I'm safe here. People should feel safe. We are valued here by many people who don't really understand why we leave the U.S. but need us to be here. Maybe one day after economic reform they will go back to their roots and spread the wealth more.
And so, on Teacher Tuesday, I await delivery from the Moon River Diner, for my huzzband, who is feeling under the weather but still out working a "Parents' Night."
Someone is at my door...it's about 7PM. just dropped $12.00 and a tip on a Blue Burger, Creamed Spinach and Apple Pie to revive Mr. F.
One day in the future, will globalization have made everywhere more or less the same?
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