When Matthew is out of town, Zoe and I have developed our own little coping mechanism. We go to our favorite restaurant for dinner. I have something different every time, (but always get strawberry lemonade) and Zoe gets the cheesy noodles EVERY time. We ride our 3 wheeler there, eat a leisurely (by mom standards, that is about 10 minutes) meal, eat a cookie, get treat for daddy from the import store, and head home just in time for bed.
Last night I was zooming along, singing “super trooper” from Mamma Mia for 100th time that day, and I looked up ahead of me, stopped singing, and breathed out… I LOVE CHINA. I have NEVER actually said/thought “I LOVE CHINA”. I have thought, “I love these people”. I have thought, “I love my house, I love this food, I love that we are finally here, where we are supposed to be….”
But right then, at that moment, literally racing toward the sunset, strange smells in my nose, dodging a horse drawn cart… an emotion kicked me in the gut. I anticipate it will happen more often. I imagine that as I learn the language, make a heart-connection-friend, and invest my time and life, I will really come to LOVE CHINA.