When you travel, and really in general, time is fluid in the strangest of ways. An hour in an immigration office will feel like a month. A day exploring a new neighborhood will pass in a moment. A five minute conversation can change your life.
With the strange nature that time has taken on lately, the magnitude of this shift has only just now become real to me. Just today, I was on a bus looking at the digital signs of what I guessed to be the names of the bus stops. I thought, "moving to China is kind of a big change."
I've been aware of the shift in a very contrived way up until now. I parroted the concern that others had because the reality just wasn't there. Oh, yea, China, crazy, ni hao, ok, sure. I've taken on so many leaps of faith that this change was not the least bit overwhelming. Nervousness hit me for the first time just a few days before my flight! And that was mostly in response to everyone else being worried as well as the fact that I was sure I would forget to pack at least one thing. (Which I did.)
Now, after thirteen days in Foshan, it's all real. And it's fascinating, overwhelming, amazing, enthralling, frustrating and beautiful. And I'm here for a year. Holy shit.