Opposite of hardship
Oh, I haven't been able to figure out if our life in Beijing is hardship or not, though apparently since at least 2002 until recently it shouldn't have been. Whatever. But as of last week, arriving in the US, we have been living the opposite of hardship.
For instance, this evening I sat out on my inlaws' patio, sipping wine and listening to the Pirates' game on the radio. Brigid was running about the yard trying to catch fireflies.
The NPR link above talks about expats in China details a myriad of reasons other foreigners are wanting to leave, but today I had to think that none of them mattered as much to me as the absence of grass.
Okay, maybe more than just grass.
It's nice to be home, and by home, I mean with people we love.
For instance, this evening I sat out on my inlaws' patio, sipping wine and listening to the Pirates' game on the radio. Brigid was running about the yard trying to catch fireflies.
The NPR link above talks about expats in China details a myriad of reasons other foreigners are wanting to leave, but today I had to think that none of them mattered as much to me as the absence of grass.
Okay, maybe more than just grass.
It's nice to be home, and by home, I mean with people we love.
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