Thursday, December 29, 2011

Big dirty love of mine

Cold, dirty, God forsaken city. I use to subconcusly think that about this city. I couldn't wait to leave and I felt so purposless here. Simply surviving a week at a time untill that special day when I could say farewell to the smells, sights, and sounds of Harbin. I wondered why any person of their own free will would ever choose to stay in a place like this. But now I find each day that passes I love this big, cold, dirty, noisy city of 10 million more, and more. I don't know that I've reached the point of  wanting to "live and die here". That being the question my friend is always throwing around. But I know that my origonal plans of leaving in August of 2012 and never comeing back are certainly changing. I don't want to be a teacher though, I'm considering language school. I dream of being able to speak Chinese,  and to actually be able to live here and talk to the taxi drivers and sweet little children and the shop keepers, to ask the fruit venders how they're doing and just be myself. I'm also trying to think of a Chinese name I like, I was thinking firefly or bright or hope or something like that. What do you think?


  1. I'm sure you already have a Chinese name. Just let it come. Your Father, who called you Victorious Grace (Loriana) long before we knew you, has called you by that name as well. You'll begin to hear it on the lips of those around you. I love you, more than you can know.

  2. Like in Inn of the Sixth Happiness? You're probably right :) I love you mom!