Two months in China has done for me what more than twenty-five years in the Philippines never did: I gained ten pounds. Conclusion: China is fattening. There must be something in the food. Or it might be the beer. Or the air... Hmmm.
Speaking of air, it is becoming colder and colder. Today, I could hardly move my fingers as I was walking to the school. I was wearing two layers of clothing, mind you. And even when I was indoors, I could still feel my knees trembling. I really need to go and buy winter clothes. The thing is, I have no idea what kind. Waaaa! Blame it on my being raised in a tropical country.
I am gradually settling into my life here. I have gotten used to the different sights of the city, sometimes brutal sounds of an alien tongue, and even the smells of bathrooms (although I wish they'd do something about that). I want to come up with a schedule of sorts though. I've been out almost every night for the past two weeks and if this goes on, my novel is going to go nowhere. And I will never be able to forgive myself if that happens. So it won't. Trust me on that.
In the beginning, I would tell myself that if I really couldn't stand it, I could always just go back home. I would have had my little adventure, then it would be time to go back to reality. I remember describing to a friend how I felt that time. How it was like I was floating somewhere above me. I was saying the right things, doing what were expected of me, but I wasn't really there. It was like being in a dream that I could wake up from when I want to.
When things started to slowly and steadily become a reality, I'm not really sure. This has ceased to be a dream, but has turned into my life. Real life. And it's not something I could run away from if something upsets me. It has become my reality. And I'm living it.
hahaha! i know too well what you mean. only i took the easy way out and hopped on a plane headed back home. :p
ReplyDeleteYeah! But it was probably so much harder for you. At least I get to sit down while working.
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