Since the beginning of this whole journey, I felt a little guilty about having this opportunity. A little guilty that so much resources, time and effort would be put forth for me, and I would get to simply enjoy it.
Obviously that's not even remotely all there is to it. I did have to put forth some of my own effort, resources and time and there's the scholastic side of it that requires attention but you get my meaning.
So far the feeling has been 50/50. Guilty yet happy. I have to say that now that I've been here, and been exposed to many other people's experiences I also realize how much there is out there beyond my jaunt in the big wide world.
Nat Geo really helps this viewpoint too.
But seriously! There's this giant mash of people's experiences found in tv series, movies and even those I come into contact with on a daily basis...its overwhelming, exciting and it makes me feel about ten inches tall.
Here I am feeling so proud of coming to China for 6 months when I see people working in the jungles with remote tribes, or traveling around the world completing challenges for fun! There's the business men who've been back and forth to China for years, and the musicians who've been everywhere opening shows in all kinds of places, facing obstacles that I'm sure I'll never face in Daydream Dalianland. How mind opening, pride stinging and possibility creating is that??
Also, there's this pattern of all the places I've lived that I've just noticed. Usually the town I'm in is a bubble world town, meaning nothing truly horrific, world attention grabbing, or even quite well known has happened, or seems to happen.
Sure there's the odd fire burning down an apartment building, or a small tornado takes out a DQ, or SWAT clears out a play ground for the President's visit...but it always feel like everything else happens elsewhere. That's probably on the most part, a good thing.
Plus also. If you are watching Star Trek, and you realize a situation that strangely resembles your own but involves Klingons and starships...you might be living in China.
I found a pair of knee high socks that I bought specifically for the plane ride. Since my pj pants were drying, and my ankles were a bit chilly I donned them. Unfortunately the socks did not cover the gap between my socks and shorts, and my legs were still a little cold. After a pause, I asked Heather why they don't make better socks and short combos. She called them pants.
Uh whatever.
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