I’ve been pondering this question for a few days now, when do I stop bringing up China? Not here on the blog, although I plan to start sharing some non-Chinese related travel, like I did with Straddie and the Atherton Tablelands, but I mean in everyday conversation. We’ve been back from China for about three months and we’re starting to see our friends on a more regular basis. When we first got back, there was excitement over seeing each other after a long absence and the expected questions about what life had been like abroad. However, I now find myself pausing before mentioning China wondering if I should bring it up.
For us, China was a transcendent event, that changed our lives. A lifelong goal realized. Having lived abroad we look at life so much differently now (I think I’ll dedicate a whole post to the change in outlook instead of shoehorning it in here). We had some incredible experiences trying to fit into a new culture and a new way of life, but do our friends care. Oh, I know they care because they’re our friends and that’s what friends do, but they must get tired of hearing China out of my mouth, right? Or am I completely off base here.
Another more ambiguous example is that we’re back in our small rural hometown and I’ve run into quite a few of my high school classmates that I haven’t talked to in over 10 years. Everytime I do I find myself asking, do I mention China to them in what is essentially a passing conversation? Do I have time for what is sure to be quite a few follow up questions? Is mentioning it some sort of weird humblebrag or is me thinking that it is some conceit on my part. Now I’ve wondered into the land of noted psychologist Albert Ellis and to paraphrase him “I’m thinking about thinking about my thinking.”
So that’s where I’m at in my life adjusting to being back home seeking a feeling of acceptance. Luckily I have this blog so I can share all my experiences here with you, whoever you are.