Old China Hand Imagethief, a blogger I followed with dedication during my Yantai and Beijng years, now writes thoughtfully about returning to American life after many years in Asia.
As cultural stunts go, China was an epic win. I became competent at living and working there, but the sense of adventure never did fade. One of China’s charms is an enduring, vaguely hallucinatory quality that drapes over even mundane experiences, like a paisley bedspread over an old, vinyl sofa. It has a way of keeping you just a bit off balance, which makes life interesting.
Or maybe it’s just me.
It’s not just you.