It's About Time

Well, here I am.

Back in Shanghai for another year, for grit and for glory, for better or worse. I find myself far less enchanted, but also far less fatigued by life here. My Chinese stammers and stutters, preventing expression on all fronts, but at least I'm familiar with that month-long transition. It's times like these -- when the logistics of a situation have been secured, but the old self is still furiously renovating -- that grind on the soul. Nostalgic wheezing.

It's times like these when I could even take comfort in the ol' brog, where my mess of worries and exuberance might find a place to sit and cross its legs and be content with being.

So here I am and here we go.