It’s done. I have left China. As I sit here in my hotel room in Toronto, I am waiting for a huge rush of nostalgia to hit me; hasn’t come yet (my flight from Shanghai was delayed, so I missed my transfer and have to stay until my flight to D.C. in the morning). That’s a good thing, I think; it means that there is a certainty of returning to China, and my stories aren’t even close to over.
I spent almost 10 months in China, and with the exception of spending a week in Thailand, I never once left the country. I saw Beijing, Shanghai, Qingdao, Zibo, Hangzhou, Suzhou, Xi’an, Nanji Island, and several places out in the country. I won’t recount each activity (the blog covers a lot of it), but the things I’ve done in the past two semesters—and the people I’ve met and the connections I’ve made—are things that have absolutely changed my life outlook, and made me a much more international and cross-cultural person. My language, people, and travel skills have all improved exponentially. I also consider myself a master of not getting hit by cars.
We’ll see where I go from here. Wherever it may be, I feel completely confident, thanks to the arsenal of experience I’ve acquired. Thanks to all for reading, and until next time…