After 6 weeks in Kyoto, Japan, I’m now back in China. It was a long, long, long, long holiday and at times I thought it would never end. Japan was beautiful, although really expensive but I was tired of being on holiday and wanted to get on with my life. Because I was away from Beijing for so long, I became really anxious in the days leading up to my return. I hadn’t seen my friends for 6 weeks, I hadn’t seen my room or my roommate for 6 weeks. Would I remember all the Chinese I spent the last 4 months memorizing? Would everything be the same? Would I have to completely readjust to a new environment again? I almost started to feel as though I had dreamed up the last 4 months of my life, but then when I returned it was almost as if the 6 weeks of holiday never happened.
I had to speak in Chinese at the airport and though I was a bit slow, I still remembered the words and sentence structures. Then on my way back from the airport, I saw 3 firework displays, remnants of the Chinese New Year/Spring Festival Celebrations. When I came back to school it was empty as most people had not returned from wherever they went as yet. My room did look a little strange, but after 2 days I was fine. One really good thing about being away for 6 weeks was that I had nothing to do most days, so I would religiously practice Music Scales and “Minuet 3” on my violin for 1 hour almost everyday, so my playing improved a whole lot. Not to expert level or anything, but at least I didn’t sound reminiscent to a 2 year old making music with pot covers.
Now life is continuing, back to normal. I am now in class 2 at the Communication University of China’s Language School. Again it’s back to memorizing characters, practicing pronunciation, practicing the violin and getting involved in whatever other extra curricular activities I can get my hands on, which for now doesn’t seem to be that much and making new friends…an ever ongoing process.
I think I’ve now started to accept my position for the next 3 1/2 years although for some reason I’ve begun to feel really homesick. I suppose it’s a part of the phase that one goes through living in a new country for so long. But that’s life, it happens.