As I came back from my trip to Hong Kong, for once in many years, suddenly I was not coming back to the familiar sights of the Great Salt Lake, the Wasatch mountains, Salt Lake’s skyline to land in the Salt Lake airport as I had done so many times before, but instead to land among the fields surrounding Nanjing’s Lukou International Airport. Boarding the metro to “my stop” on the #1 line. Until this moment I had been considering my life in China as something temporary and ethereal, but now it is my anchor, my stationary station…my home. Taking this trip solidified that feeling – mixed emotions of course, but mostly good ones. I am creating a new meaning for “my home” and I feel it is a positive endeavor to shake up that concept once in awhile – to adjust that anchor – to shake that foundation. It has been good for me.
