One of the things I miss most about my semester abroad in Romania was my breakfast. My host parents were always gone before I woke up and my host sister wouldn’t wake up until about 5 minutes until she had to leave for school. It was one of the few times I was alone in the kitchen but they always made sure there was a significant amount of food for me. A block of amazing fresh mozzarella, some potato bread, a jar of zacusca (eggplant and red pepper spread that I still dream about). It was so delicious and I was so happy eating that simple wholesome food while I looked out at my family’s massive garden and the Carpathian mountains behind it.I remember the feeling of those breakfasts even 5 years later.
When people talk about missing places they often talk about a specific feeling that they miss. We don’t miss the large icons, or the specific foods but some undefinable way that we felt during a specific time and place in our lives. Those feelings are so amazing because they really can’t be recreated. Even if I were to go back to Sighisoara, I’d never have that exact experience again, but that’s ok. We’re not meant to repeat things. Life is only ever lived in one direction.
As my time in China is drawing closer to an end I’m trying to savor every last bit. Unfortunately due to some visa issues it seems like I might be forced to leave a bit sooner than planned (only by two weeks) but it makes me so sad. I’ll miss the feeling of China. I’m not sure I can really express what that feeling is but these are some of my favorite photos of this country that remind me of it. It’s some mix of freedom, amazement, amusement and gratefulness.
China doesn’t get a lot of love. Most mentions of it are negative, honestly most of my posts about it aren’t 100% positive. However it is a country I fiercely love (the culture, not the government) and it’s not the Great Wall, the Bund, or even the dumplings that stole my heart. It’s the small simple things like grass growing on top of the beautiful architecture, the ribbons tied into the trees outside the temple, the babies in baskets and the people.