Annnnddddd yet again, I am on Tumblr when I should (ha) be writing a paper regarding how the world is getting flattened…interesting topic, but not interesting enough for me to want to write a paper about it.
Regardless, I’ve realized that I’m such a BAD Chinese person. I seriously want to go back to China and visit my family and relatives because they’re one of the few, if not the only, things that tethers me back to my roots. Other than that, my Chinese “identity” is preserved in what’s left of my own identity, and that’s kind of a shitty thing.
The idea of doing a Study Abroad program in China has been very tempting, but at the same time I realize that there are bigger fish to fry (see: freaking out about internships). Priorities like these really tether me down to what I know that I need to do and focus on. Still, it’d be nice to go to China and relish in the culture and in that familial feeling (if I could even call it that). Sure, I get annoyed and antsy to return to the states whenever I visit China, but there’s something about it that makes me want to go back to the homeland (yeah, I was born in Philly, deal with this term).
Maybe this thought process could be attributed to being homesick, something I never thought I’d admit. I’ve been at school all year and I was only home for a week at most during the summer. It’d be nice to sleep in my own bed and just revel in the familiarity and boredom of the suburbs…I’m scaring myself right now, ha.