China Bound

At the risk of using all the wrong fonts, here's guest post #5. The last we heard from our fearless blogger he was hunkered down in a park in Shanghai with his old college crony burning little bits of plastic. I have spend the past weeks reacquainting myself with variations on the Stoltzfus profile and remembering what kind, honest faces my friends have.

We spend our 5th anniversary half a world apart re-exploring our previous lives. I can't really remember what we promised each other in the park except that it involved the most traditional mennonite vows we could find. What we said is less important to me than what it means to wake up next to a person in the morning realising that he will always be unknown to me but that (amazingly) he has chosen to wake up beside me every morning. What it means is that I have a suitcase full of books and a backpack full of clothing and expectations for a good year.

I'm excited to go. For extreme anti-socialites like myself, it is nice to know that a smile and a few unintelligible social pleasantries will suffice (few expect eloquence from an immigrant). It will be the chance of a lifetime to lose myself with books, paper and pen and whatever other regimens I construct for myself. For once, my long term goals will involve taking on such monumental tasks as that needlepoint of Darren the Viking.

I am excited to go, but to be honest, if Darren decided he was going to spend the year in a sewer you'd probably find me donning my wet suit.