It’s hard to get used to a place like China. It is dramatically different. However, once you do, it is rather hard when it’s time to leave. I was often frustrated with several aspects I came across when living in Shanghai but when no longer confronted with it, it hit me; I would have stayed longer. It was quite tough to pack my bags, leave all that I have seen and learnt, the new, the different, the mystical, the people, the smells, the places, and come back to familiar territory. I was sad I couldn’t do more or see more. To better live with the idea, I have to come back to Asia.
Looking back at this trip, I must say it is my most special adventure yet. There is no other place like China. It is very raw, but it can also be very beautiful and impressive. Yes, shocking, upsetting sometimes, but once you understand it better and its people show you some appreciation and kindness, it really sticks to you. China sank in pretty deep and I am not acknowledging I left it yet. Since I came back, although I had missed many things, such as western food, coffee, walking relaxed down the street, nothing seems good enough. I suppose it’s bound to happen when coming from Asia.
Some good habits I developed while there, or shall I say – was forced into – was drinking considerably more tea, using less sugar, and simply appreciating more the day to day things we take for granted. I will miss the smell of street food and dumplings, the near to death taxi experiences, the amazing strawberries, the temples, modern Shanghai, the friends I made and being considered special. I would have never thought I would smile at hearing Chinese people talk, recognizing them amongst other Asians; makes me feel a bit closer to China. I am so happy when I can speak a few words to them, makes a world of a difference. Therefore, I will continue studying Mandarin.
Takes forever to recover from that long trip back, fatigue and 12 h difference jet lag, but it’s all worth it.
