Ode to China
My year abroad has almost come to a close; come July 11 I’ll be on a plane to Chicago. Right now, I look and feel as though I don’t have a care in the world – I’ve got my headphones on, typing away at my laptop, sipping a green tea frappe. But inside, I’m terrified. I’m terrified of what things will be like when I go home, I’m terrified of finding how I’ve changed as a person (what was that quote about finding out how you’ve changed when you return to a place that hasn’t changed at all?), I’m terrified of the reverse culture shock… well, I’m terrified of everything.
So I decided to write an ode to China as a way of trying to tie together all of my experiences. I wrote it as best I could, but I still don’t think this ode does my year abroad justice. It’s a start, though.
Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.