Coming home meant unwinding. Coming down from my travel high, and taking the time to do very little aside from hang around the house and get my life back in order. I’ve been doing all the things I couldn’t while in China. I did laundry, sorted through photos, reorganized my new room (I’ve traded with my brother, as I’ve always had the larger bedroom with a bathroom, but now I won’t be living at home anymore and he will be.) I did my nails, got a haircut, got in touch with friends again, etc. Then I began shopping for warmer clothes and new cosmetics, toiletries, and necessities, and began to pack for Japan. I’ve been trying to simultaneously say “Hello, I’m back!” as well as, “Good bye, I won’t see you for a while!”
China definitely left it’s mark on me. American meals seem unnecessarily large and fatty to me now. I attempted making my own tomato egg noodles, but it just wasn’t the same as China’s. Driving my car just to go out and buy more facewash seemed excessive, so I walked. Being able to drink water from the tap seems like a luxury—as does having a fridge and 24 hour access to drinks that are actually cold. Having seen and learned all that I did, makes me even more excited to go to Japan and see how it’s different from the U.S. and China and how it’s the same. I just came back from one adventure and now I’m off to start another, and I realize that I am extremely fortunate to be able to do so.
Traveling definitely gives me a different perspective on my lifestyle and the world. I came home and marveled at how much stuff I had, and realized that I sometimes take for granted the friends, family, and connections that I’ve made. Memories are definitely more important than material goods. I have a few more posts about China that I’ve yet to share, but very soon I will be in Japan and recounting my adventures in an entirely different part of the world.
Wish me luck.