Sous-titré: Ô, l’arc-en-ciel des sentiments que je suis
Mon dieu, je ne peux pas croire que c’est possible. Après l’attente de 3 années longues, je pars pour Pékin demain matin. J’y arriverai vers mercredi à 17h00 (zone chine standard) ou bien merc 02h00 zone central des états-unis. C’était l’aventure les dernières 2 semaines. J’ai passé le nouvel an à Philadelphia et suivant c’était genialement toujours les études des caractères. 24h/7j. Je ne suis pas preparé du tout, mais je pense donc que je peux faire ce qu’il faut pour être rejoint dans ma classe. Tout sera interessant. Il faut faire des nouveaux amis dans un nouveau pays où je peux lire et comprendre presque rien. on a été bien dit les prénoms anglais des notres hôtes pékinois. J’ai une femme qui s’appelle “Shining” et les autres sont y compris “Water”, “Euphoria”, “Altavista”, (comme même l’outil de recherche), et bien avant quelque con qui s’est appellé “Car Insurance”. Merci le Chine, ce sera genial. ce sera chouuuuuuuuuette. je rirai toujours. Je vais dans un pays fait entièrement en asiens. MDR. La ville-riz. bonjour. On sera amical, sans blague, sans question. C’est pas comme je ne sais pas que tous les jours sera dur, chiant, emmerdant, une challenge. Mais, j’accepte la challenge. A plus tard, l’Amérique. Je vous vois à l’avenir quelque jour. Bisssssssssous, Bissous, vous, la salope de pays!
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Who would have ever thought that this day would come. I was up at 7 am, in the library. Haha. No, this is the day before my departure for Beijing-shi. Starting Wednesday morning, I will be saying “later” Rogers Park and Chicago, Hello Chaóyáng-qu and Beijing-shi. I fly from O’hare at noon-thirty on tuesday and arrive at 16:30 wednesday in Beijing at the huge capital airport. That is, if I make it there. None of this feels real yet. Am I really going to a country where I not only can not say the word restroom, but there is almost no chance I could read the sign. I then dread seeing what is even described as a restroom outside of Chaoyang. The area I live in is where all the embassies are and therefore I think somewhat more western-oriented. I wait with baited breath to visit the local American, French, and Italian restaurants to see what a Chinese interpretation is. I also look forward to going to the North Korean art studio and theme restaurant in my neighborhood (hello, YES, amazing). This whole experience will be interesting. I am experiencing a plethora of emotions at the moment. Most of them cold and tired. I look forward to seeing what my new bed is like. Honestly, I just look forward to everything. No matter how much reading and studying I do/did, nothing is going to give me accurate expectations for what I will be experiencing in 40 hours. Well, I have two more chapters of zhongwen (Chinese reading/writing) to cram in my brain, plus I need to review how to write out my address. Apparently, I write like a three year old in Chinese. Which the Chinese seem to find endearing. On every plane flight I have taken in the last month I have sat next to at least one person with China connections. Imminent sign that this was meant to be? Potentially.
Well I must now spend my day saying goodbye to my city, because I might not see its beautiful lakes or huge buildings for several months. Staying in my old appartment was surreal. It feels no different. Am I going to China tomorrow.
Zaijian meiguo, zaijian zhijiage!
