Moving Day
What am I doing sitting at my computer on moving day?
a) I'm half-asleep
b) I've done a lot of overtime for two months (43 hours August, 36 hours July) and we've hired people to pack and move furniture
c)we're moving to the 18th floor from the 12th
and
d) ALL OF THE ABOVE.
I tend to date my past and my outlook from the places I've lived...before it was different nuances of Los Angeles, now it's Shanghai. We live on the outskirts of "Expatistan," as Mr. X dubbed the Gubei district. It would be funkier, groovier, to live closer to downtown, nearer to the Huangpu River, but our clients are almost all walking distance from here.
I ADVISE EVERYONE ABOUT TO LOSE THEIR JOB IN THE FIRST WORLD TO BECOME SELF-EMPLOYED OR GET A JOB OVERSEAS...SURVIVE, SURVIVE WELL!
As of t'mro, we have lived here four years. Four years since we missed one plane and made it into Beijing with two bags each and three boxes sent ahead. Now we've accumulated IKEA furniture, kitchenware, clothing, bedding.
We have an enclosed balcony, where the owners have put a bar height table and chairs, which promises the kind of breakfast nook we once talked about creating for our current domicile.
My cell phone just rang. It was for Mr. X. He's workin' until 11AM - I speak Chinese! Sort of, kind of.
While we were once "amidst" the view of dozens of new builds, we now we look down on or out over dozens of new Shanghai skyscrapers, even as far as the Jin Mao Tower and that new building next to it that rises above. For someone with intermittant vertigo, this is certainly a test of equilibrium.
If anyone is actually reading this blog, I'm posting pictures soon enough, if I can remember how!
a) I'm half-asleep
b) I've done a lot of overtime for two months (43 hours August, 36 hours July) and we've hired people to pack and move furniture
c)we're moving to the 18th floor from the 12th
and
d) ALL OF THE ABOVE.
I tend to date my past and my outlook from the places I've lived...before it was different nuances of Los Angeles, now it's Shanghai. We live on the outskirts of "Expatistan," as Mr. X dubbed the Gubei district. It would be funkier, groovier, to live closer to downtown, nearer to the Huangpu River, but our clients are almost all walking distance from here.
I ADVISE EVERYONE ABOUT TO LOSE THEIR JOB IN THE FIRST WORLD TO BECOME SELF-EMPLOYED OR GET A JOB OVERSEAS...SURVIVE, SURVIVE WELL!
As of t'mro, we have lived here four years. Four years since we missed one plane and made it into Beijing with two bags each and three boxes sent ahead. Now we've accumulated IKEA furniture, kitchenware, clothing, bedding.
We have an enclosed balcony, where the owners have put a bar height table and chairs, which promises the kind of breakfast nook we once talked about creating for our current domicile.
My cell phone just rang. It was for Mr. X. He's workin' until 11AM - I speak Chinese! Sort of, kind of.
While we were once "amidst" the view of dozens of new builds, we now we look down on or out over dozens of new Shanghai skyscrapers, even as far as the Jin Mao Tower and that new building next to it that rises above. For someone with intermittant vertigo, this is certainly a test of equilibrium.
If anyone is actually reading this blog, I'm posting pictures soon enough, if I can remember how!
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