I'm not really sure why.
Maybe it's just that I miss the simplicity of it,
or maybe its the complexity that I miss.
Maybe I miss the color of the buildings and
people doing tai-chi in the park.
Maybe I miss seeing little old ladies walking
arm in arm,giggling like preschoolers.
Maybe I miss someone walking toward me looking at me
wondering what I'm doing so far from home.
Maybe it's that there is no"Keeping up with the Jones"
in China..Everyone is a "Smith".
Maybe it's Jasmine tea that I miss.
Maybe I miss the guys playing cards on the backs of cars.
Maybe its Xiulan and PaPa that I miss or maybe its Ming.
Maybe its the babies in the beds or the toddlers in the wagons
at the SWI that we visited.
Maybe its because even though I was getting on the plane with a
baby in my arms, I still felt I was leaving something behind.
Maybe that's what I'm missing - the ones that I left behind.
Maybe that's why I feel the way I do.
That would make sense.
Peace.
I'm totally feeling you on this post!!!
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine! I have often wondered about that- whether I will miss China or not after we leave. I already feel like China is a home to me- a place close to my heart. It's so strange. I can only imagine how it must be once you've been and gone.
ReplyDeleteOn another note entirely- I spent an hour EASY on your blog last night. I didn't actually read anything. No, I only listened to "The Happy Song" (as my daughter calls it) no less than 50 times by request from a VERY happy 2 year old! It is forever cemented in my head trumping everything else. Good thing I like 70's music!!! :)
What a sweet post! Thanks for sharing your heart!
ReplyDeleteThat would make sense. It is impossible to get on that plane and not feel a very real sense of all those that are being left behind...
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