I leave China tomorrow to go back to the States.
…all right, well, it’s not that simple. I fly from Wuhan to Shanghai to Vancouver to Chicago to Philadelphia. It’s gonna take 21 hours in all, including layovers. Regardless, my time here in Wuhan, China has (finally) come to an end. Unsurprisingly, I’m excited to go back to the US.
This visit to China made things quite evident. For starters, while I am proud of my Chinese heritage, I’m starting to realize that I consider myself American much more. That sounds pretty ignorant of me, I know, but I think it’s fair for me to say that. After all, I was born in the States and have lived there all of my life. It just became more apparent to me that I could never actually see myself living in China - well, at least, not right now. Despite meeting some awesome people - shout out to Antony, thanks so much for introducing me to everyone! - through Tumblr (yeah, I did that. Suck it.), the US is the place for me.
God, I sound like such a traitor. I suppose I should end this post by saying that I DID have fun here. I enjoyed buying clothes that were cheaper here than how much they would be in the US. I had fun meeting up with Fiona and her brother, Kevin, in Hong Kong. I loved the fun nights going out and drinking with Antony, Steven, & the gang. I also enjoyed the fictional times when I bought a spicy chicken sandwich at KFC (they are absolutely insane, I’m gonna miss them) after going out. Despite all of my bitching and moaning, I’ll concede that good times were had here.
Wait a second, I just remembered that Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube AREN’T blocked in America. Well, hot damn. This changes everything.
