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China and life and stuff

          I first left for China back in February of last year so early on a Wednesday that the sky was still cold and black when I left for the airport. I was not well rested, having used up most of my energy those last weeks saying goodbye to the people I love most in this world, late into the night and long past practical bedtimes. The packing I had left, of course, for the last minute, as usual, and had managed to get in only a few hours of sleep before it was time to get up.
          The entire trip would take two days, three planes, one bus, and an overnight’s stay at a hotel in Narita, Japan to complete, but I didn’t mind the transfers and complications. I enjoy the process of traveling almost as much as I like traveling: I like the personal challenge of packing as light as possible, I like leaving hours in advance for the airport, I even like going through the security checks, and after having gone through them, being left luggage-less with hours to idly pass in the airport before my flight. I like the way airport terminals feel – the insular airless quality to them, the way white light permeates through the walls and makes time feel irrelevant, disorienting familiarity and routine.  >> Continue reading..

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