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China Stuff
Jun. 17th, 2009 12:32 amOkay. So. China. Am I really going to China or what?
Yeah. I'm going. We're going. B actually did get a passport - that means this is for real.
September. In September I'll be getting off a plane and setting foot on continent number four, Asia. September because we've got time to apply for visas. September because B can't finish school until the spring - the classes he needs to get his diploma are only offered in the spring - and September because it's my favorite month to travel. September because his brother says it's a good month to visit.
I know I said I wasn't going to do this. I know I said I'm done with traveling - I'm doing it anyway. We're doing it anyway. If all I ever feel like doing is going away then I'd better go, right? If all B can think of is how he's turning 23 and hasn't been any further from home than New York City, how he wants to do more, see more, all that, and here I am with my travel suggestions, this is what you do in a country where you have no hope of ever learning the language, etc -
We watched "House of Flying Daggers" cause it was the only easily accessible thing either of us could think of to listen to to hear some Mandarin - my Mandarin SUCKS. I don't care how good I am with languages, I don't care how much I studied it in college - Chinese is very hard to learn and it's silly to expect I'll be any use at communicating. It's not so much that I won't be able to understand anything - at least I can read a little, which is more than I can say for Arabic, which is what all the street signs and stuff were written in in Egypt and that was an issue for sure - it's that no one will be able to understand me. My intonation sucks.
It's just... we have to go... right? Everything is set up perfectly - it's like it was meant to work out - right? I'd regret it forever if I didn't go - and it's like not going isn't an option, cause B is definitely doing this, and I don't think he'll ever let me rest if I really put my foot down and say I'm not doing this.
So - I've got to get my passport. He asked me if I'm scared to call my mom.
Well. You got me there. I am scared. I'm not sure of what - I know she can't hurt me - but she can hurt me, and she has hurt me - I should be strong enough to just live in the present, be short and sweet, get what I need and be done with it - but I'm not.
I'm not at all.
I would really and truly rather declare my passport lost and get it replaced than go get it from home.
But... sometimes... in order to grow, you know... we have to do the things we cannot do... haz lo que hay que hacer, and all that...
Yeah. I'm going. We're going. B actually did get a passport - that means this is for real.
September. In September I'll be getting off a plane and setting foot on continent number four, Asia. September because we've got time to apply for visas. September because B can't finish school until the spring - the classes he needs to get his diploma are only offered in the spring - and September because it's my favorite month to travel. September because his brother says it's a good month to visit.
I know I said I wasn't going to do this. I know I said I'm done with traveling - I'm doing it anyway. We're doing it anyway. If all I ever feel like doing is going away then I'd better go, right? If all B can think of is how he's turning 23 and hasn't been any further from home than New York City, how he wants to do more, see more, all that, and here I am with my travel suggestions, this is what you do in a country where you have no hope of ever learning the language, etc -
We watched "House of Flying Daggers" cause it was the only easily accessible thing either of us could think of to listen to to hear some Mandarin - my Mandarin SUCKS. I don't care how good I am with languages, I don't care how much I studied it in college - Chinese is very hard to learn and it's silly to expect I'll be any use at communicating. It's not so much that I won't be able to understand anything - at least I can read a little, which is more than I can say for Arabic, which is what all the street signs and stuff were written in in Egypt and that was an issue for sure - it's that no one will be able to understand me. My intonation sucks.
It's just... we have to go... right? Everything is set up perfectly - it's like it was meant to work out - right? I'd regret it forever if I didn't go - and it's like not going isn't an option, cause B is definitely doing this, and I don't think he'll ever let me rest if I really put my foot down and say I'm not doing this.
So - I've got to get my passport. He asked me if I'm scared to call my mom.
Well. You got me there. I am scared. I'm not sure of what - I know she can't hurt me - but she can hurt me, and she has hurt me - I should be strong enough to just live in the present, be short and sweet, get what I need and be done with it - but I'm not.
I'm not at all.
I would really and truly rather declare my passport lost and get it replaced than go get it from home.
But... sometimes... in order to grow, you know... we have to do the things we cannot do... haz lo que hay que hacer, and all that...
