it is pretty normal for me to think about my day in comparison to what i'd have done in east asia. for instance, i'll be driving, running errands...you know, going to the bank, getting groceries, going to work, etc, and right in the middle of it all i will stop and remember how i would have done these things in east asia. and it is that thinking that has prompted this xanga. things i miss about east asia: -walking, riding the bus, public transportation, and climbing the 4 flights of stairs every time i went home. why do i miss these things? they kept me in shape. i could eat all the junk i wanted and not gain weight. and i just felt better as a person and i felt like a more responsible, environmentally-friendly citizen. -the challenge of life. i know this sounds weird, but i miss stretching my mind in having to remember how to say things in east asia, in figuring out how to get what i need done, such as paying bills or getting friends to meet with me. and i'll admit it. i kind of miss class. -DVD lady and buying dvds for $1-ish. she gave me best friend price, ok? -how much of a treat KFC was. i honestly miss going to KFC once a week for my shang xiao ji kuai, shu tiao, and da bei ke le...and a little cha ke li bing qi ling. for those who don't speak the language, that's chicken nuggets, french fries, coke and a chocolate sundae. it was always such a treat, an escape, and a reward to eat at KFC for $3. KFC was special there. now it's just another fast food joint that i don't eat at. -have i mentioned how much i miss riding the bus? i would turn on my i-pod, ride, think and people watch. i had many quiet times with the Lord riding the bus through its entire route. -hour-long full body massages for less than $4. after a stressful week when my shoulders felt tense i knew where to go. i'd hop on the 10 and head to the blind massage place. it was heavenly. -being able to get my hair straightened for $20. you really can't beat that. -FOOD!!! hot pot, the poor man's hot pot-ma la tang, chicken and peanuts, beijing duck, blue zhi dao, and the noodle place snickers and i would go to and eat gan la mian. my stomach is growling just thinking of it. -shopping. i loved being able to shop for bags, jewlery, cds, etc. i could not only get out and explore the city in the outdoor markets, but i could also buy stuff guilt-free because it was ridiculously cheap. -tibetan dancing. if you know me, you know my love of tibetan dancing. -giving performs. i mean, i was on TV lip syncing to my own recording of "my heart will go on". -being a super athlete. being 6 inches taller than everyone made me a basketball star, my jr. high volleyball skills made me a collegiate-level server, and high school track throwing experience enabled me to break the school record in discus. i miss the sports meetings, wearing those stupid-looking, large-billed hats, the parade of foreigners, and standing on the podium, wearing my large-billed hat, receiving my award and having no clue what was going on. -prayer meetings. we'd meet twice a week to pray for things going on in the campus, the country, our lives, and in the world. i really miss gathering with other people with the sole purpose of praying. -holidays. every holiday was a reason to glorify Christ. i miss the intentionality of it all....christmas, easter, halloween, whatever holiday it was, we would take each holiday as an opportunity to make Christ known on our campus. and each holiday was a really big deal, and i liked that. -travelling. i miss going home with friends, going on vision trips, thailand, and all the other travelling that you can do cheaply and productively in east asia. -the students. i love love love east asians and i miss my friends so much. i really enjoyed getting to know them, learning about their culture, and seeing God work in their lives. -going out dancing at new york subway. -the import store. -on the house. -getting packages and letters. -old people doing their morning exercises. -the gazelle outside of the apartment. -getting to do whatever i want because i'm a foreigner. -saying whatever i felt like because no one understood my language. -rollerskating in people's park. -muslim grandpas, muslim friends and muslim foods. -having RIDICULOUS stories all the time. we always had some crazy story to laugh about over there. -my gang. so yeah....there you go. i could go on and on, but i won't. needless to say, i still love east asia. coming up next...things i love about america |