Life in the United States already feels so far away that it almost seems imaginary – almost on equal plains with Middle Earth or Oz. I hear news from home and think ‘that’s not what I remember happening.’
That’s always the most peculiar part of leaving a place. Whether it was moving to Australia or Italy or Texas or now China, I always seem to expect to be able to hit pause on life back home. Obviously it doesn’t pause, though. A new set of people move into my old house. A new intern occupies my desk. Someone else sits in my favorite worn down seat guzzling coffee at Smokey Row.
But, Guilin has quickly become my new normal, which is odd considering it wasn’t at all what I expect it to be. Especially the teaching. Continue reading Understanding the new normal