It’s really hot in Beijing, and it takes a long time to get anywhere. Did I already mention this? My plan, more or less, is to do the Great Wall, and then I’m not going to push myself to do any more touristy things if I don’t want to.
I’ve already had a whole bunch of “wow, I’m in China” experiences, seen a ton of things, learned a little of the language (not much at all, really, but enough to make me happy with what I’ve been able to accomplish) and made some friends.
I’m pretty much ready to go back at this point and start figuring out what to do next. I was looking at pictures from my mom’s house back in Worthington the other day, and it looks so cozy. There isn’t a single piece of furniture here or in the last two places I stayed or in my apartment in Guiyang that’s as cozy as about five or eight chairs in her house.
That’s a big choice, isn’t it? You can have a settled, cozy, domestic, but potentially boring life, or you can have an adventurous, mobile, risky, but sometimes…itchy life. I think it’s much easier to move from the latter to the former, though…it’s hard to imagine planting myself in a home and filling it up with junk only to sell or throw away the better part of everything I own again and take off and go vagabonding again.
And on the other hand, I think so often about adopting cats…but can I really commit to living the same lifestyle, or even in the same country, for 15, 20 years or more?
Maybe when I get back, I’ll stop wondering and worrying…maybe I’ll kiss the ground and realize that I never want to leave again. But I don’t think it’s likely…I think this stuff will take time to figure out.