We are moving to Shanghai. This was a long decision process. My children are half Chinese but it’s the invisible half. They are as American as every other American around them. And they love America.
I will admit that I am probably biased. My children in my eyes are the embodiment of all the great American qualities and spirit that I admire. They are creative, they are care free, they are unafraid, are open, tolerant, sensitive, beautiful and bright. They love small town living.
October 28th 2011, 34011 feet above the ground, in the sky, near the clouds, crossing the Atlantic Ocean, I am tired, jetlagged, filled with caffeine, can’t sleep, have watched most of the in-flight movies, written enough emails, exhausted… I open my laptop, found these random thoughts written on September 11th, probably in the same airplane, the same situation, with the same cabin crew… I did not post the blog when I got home because
Dear Nuzcom'ers,
September has come and gone. In fact October is half gone. Leaves started falling here in this part of the world. I have begun to miss summer.
I also miss our interactions. My work schedule has been keeping me really busy these days. I wish I had more time to share and celebrate living with you in this community.
I love traveling. I travel for work and for pleasure. When I was a little girl, I already knew I was going to travel to see the world. As much as I loved my hometown, my home village, I thought I would love it even more if I began to miss it. Because it's impossible to miss it while living there, I chose to go really really far for college... and since then, I never stopped traveling.
As I write this blog, it's about a few hours away from my next business trip. I write because I felt the urge to do so.
I have been away in the past 2 weeks. It was not easy to keep in touch with everyone at Nuzcom but I really tried my best. Unfortunately at one point last week our server was down for more than 24 hours partially because we did not get to repair the database in time.
Give me time to get adjusted
to the neat, uncluttered room.
To the dresser cleared of
tape recorder, wires, music, metronome.
To the empty gaping corner,
A husband and wife are sitting quietly in bed reading when the Wife looks over at him and asks the question.... WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married Again?" HUSBAND: "Definitely not!" WIFE: "Why not? Don't you like being married?" HUSBAND: "Of course I do.." WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?
Nothing aids to smooth the transition into a migrant, multi-household lifestyle like a companion with whom one can share the experience. When I began to switch homes every few days as a kid, I didn’t have that luxury. I was alone in splitting my time, entering the infamous ping-pong, back and forth ritual by myself. I adjusted quickly, and my parents’ agreeable attitudes paired with their willingness and desire to insure that I had plenty of time with each of them made the change as easy as it could be.
The mission statement of my all-girls grade school was to “Educate, Encourage, and Empower Girls” from the kindergarten to the 8th grade. They felt that by creating an environment in which young women felt capable of expressing themselves without being stifled by the pressures of co-ed learning, they were opening doors and forging paths that would lead their students to success. I can’t speak for my classmates or the other alumni of the school, but all that made me want to do was get away from environments that cater to women only. And that, to me at least, feels counter-intuitive.
1.Longevity and Candy
Alan, Mommy and Daddy are waiting for the school bus to come. It was Alan's first day of school. Alan was full of thoughts on his face!
Mommy: Alan, what a special day today! Mommy and Daddy still remember our own first day going to school!
Alan: How did it go?