“What time is it?”
There was a rustling beside me as my boyfriend reached for the phone, “8:05.”
“WHAT!? It’s Saturday, we were supposed to be at work five minutes ago!” I grabbed to phone from him and dialed Lainey’s number, “We’re on our way.”
Our feet clamped down five flights of concrete steps, through a heavy door, and then we were immediately surrounded in thick grey smog.
“Duipuchi, duipuchi, duipuchi,” I muttered sorry as we made our way through the crowded bus stop.
“I’ll get food.” Nate volunteered. I nodded in response. Nate’s head of red hair cleared the crowd by about a foot as he strode towards the wrinkled, bent woman selling sandwiches from her small street cart. It was still a relatively short time since we’d arrived in Jinan.
Since returning home to Canada I have been writing down the events of our time spent living in China one day at a time. I have been copying from the scribbled notes in the journals I kept. Every day of the 15 months is now recorded, but as I celebrate this accomplishment I know that my work has only just begun. I am writing a book.
Over the past two years I have learned a lot about writing, and blogging. When I look back to the beginning of my blog I realize how much I have grown as a writer through this experience, and I realize even more that good writing is re-writing. So I am recording some of the key stories again for you. I will be editing, adding details and photos, and adding some new weekly content as well (in the form of photos and stories that did not make it into the original posts). There will also be regular updates on the progress of my book! Stay tuned.