Day 306: If this is Sunday it must be Seattle

A rainy, early November day in Seattle sees few people out and about.

A rainy, early November day in Seattle sees few people out and about.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. After a little more than 13 months living in Shanghai, China, we are now back in the United States, housed in a comfortable, two-bedroom apartment in our old Seattle neighborhood. It’s a temporary apartment while we search for more permanent quarters (rents have gone up while we were away!) Thoraxis is acclimating to his new country, but seems confused by carpeting; after spending his entire short life living on marble & wood floors, he thinks a carpet is just a large puppy pee pad.  My work continues. But it’s good to be back in the states. James came over this afternoon for lunch, we walked to the Pike Street Market for fresh flowers, I haven’t drank water out of a plastic bottle since Friday, and despite the low clouds and rain I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles.

Day 302: This is the End

A final walk through a doomed neighborhood.

A final walk through a doomed neighborhood.

I can hear a sad, old jazz melody playing in my head as I write this; 15 hours until I leave China for the final time. It has been a great 14 months, eye-opening, mind-changing, rewarding and energizing. I’m grateful to my wonderful wife for providing this opportunity and I’m looking forward to the next chapter. Zài jiàn. 再見/再见

Day 252: Windshield

Day 252 Scooters are the lifeblood of Vietnam, here a passenger grips a plate-glass window while riding through downtown Saigon. What amazed me most about watching this dangerous stunt was that is was the second time that day I’d witnessed a large piece of glass being transported on a scooter.