BeiDa

Half a year later, and I’m back in Beijing. This time a little longer. Until Mid-January. But it’s still not that long. Only a few months. Almost like a rest stop between school and work.

Murakami writes, “A rest area on a highway is just a place you pass through. To get from here to there… what does it matter what it’s called… You’ve got your restrooms and your food. Your flourescent lights and your plastic chairs. Crappy coffee. Strawberry-jam sandwiches. It’s all pointless – assuming you try to find a point to it. We’re coming from somewhere, heading somewhere else. that’s all you need to know, right?”

But I’m tired of rest stops. There are few rest stops in life, because there is no somewhere you came from and somewhere you are going. You are just “going” the entire time. So, I’d like to not think of this time in China as a break or a rest stop or as a temporary holding place until life starts again. Life is here and I am here to embrace it and learn from it. I am here to learn Chinese, to make acquaintances and to soak in something.