One year ago, July 1, 2006, late in the night, we stepped off a plane from Beijing into a moist Chengdu night. Jetlagged, disoriented, sweaty, and a little scared, we made our way to our hotel and the beginning of a time that will leave a permanent imprint upon our lives and, hopefully, the lives of others as well.
At this point I am tempted to write about my perceptions of this place and its people.
I’d tell you about all of the amazing historic, natural, and cultural sights that I have seen in China. Also, I could delight you with stories of delicious and exotic food that I have experienced as well as meals that took some mental gymnastics and an iron stomach to finish. I wouldn’t forget to let you know about learning a new language as well, with the frustrations, difficulties, joys and accomplishments included in such a big undertaking.
I am tempted to tell you about how it feels to go from being part of the majority to being part of a super-minority. I want to explain how it feels to be treated differently because of what I look like, in both good ways and bad. Also, I could say how it feels to be looked at as a representative of over 300 million people (if not all Westerners,) rather than just as representative of myself alone, and all of the caution that goes along with such a responsibility.
I want to tell you about the good, honest, and kind-hearted people that I have met along the way, be they Chinese, American, or those from other places on this suddenly-smaller planet we all inhabit. I could tell you about new friendships I have formed which will last a lifetime, and I’d regale you with stories of help given to me at times when I was quite needy. I’d recount to you the humorous times, such as delicately trying to explain the meanings of curse words and the fun times, like teaching students how to throw a frisbee. I’d also be able to tell you about the universal feeling of missing your family when you're far from home, and trying to console someone else as they tearfully agonize through missing their own loved ones, half a world away on a Christmas morning.
I’d let you know how it feels to wear gloves and a winter coat indoors on a routine winter’s day and how my dependence upon driving has been reduced to zero out of necessity. I’d like to tell you about how my perceptions of home have changed as a result of my time here due to the outpouring of kind emails, calls, and packages that were sent halfway around the world because someone was thinking of me and wanted me to be a little happier.
I could tell you all of these things and more….
…but I won’t…
…because I have been here only a year and I know that there is so much more to do and learn before it is all done and it will change me even more. We have embraced our lives here and are working hard to use this time as best as we can and we look forward to the day when we can tell our stories to you in person.
Thanks for your love and support.
One year down, one year to go…