Aye, it's been a lovely four months in Beijing. Soon, I'll venture back to Chicago for work meetings and then out to Kansas to see my Dad. Then I'm planning to return to this land of strange writing, tonal phonemes and scrumptious vittles. I'd like to stay long-term and my workplace would like to keep me here, so it's mostly a matter of getting a deal worked out and satisfying the Chinese government of my fitness for residency. There could be a hurdle too high to jump over, but I know which track lane I want to run-- which might be a poor metaphor for a man of my girth.
Should everything come together, this blog's title will make zero sense. After posting almost every day for the last six weeks, I'm going to take it easy while I negotiate these transitions.
My adult life, I've moved from Austin to Philly, back to Austin and then to Hyde Park. Each move gives me a chance to reinvent myself a bit. I wish I'd been able to reinvent myself into someone who dances & sings, but only so much is possible: sloughing off stuff I'm bored with and picking up new interests. This time, I get to choose a new name.
When I moved to Chicago, I wondered whether I was too old to keep moving from city to city every few years or whether I was too old to stop. I guess I'm about to find out.
(Photo of me at the 798 Arts District, taken by Jessica Bibbee.)