Sitting the backseat of a taxi driving down zhangyang road I have this incredible sensation or maybe disbelief. By the time I go home I will have lived in china for two years. My experience has been filled with ups and downs, good and bad feelings, but it all summed up in one word. Amazing.

Driving through Lujiazui and staring in amazement of all the lights and buildings. This has been my life for the last two years! This metropolis, with love and hate, has become my home. Shanghai is my first love is like my first love and I'm not sure if I can imagine a future without it.

I have lived in another country. Simply put. The Shanghainese expat life has become a household feeling for me, but tonight I cannot escape the feeling of being blessed. If there is a thin line between love and hate then that is exactly what I am feeling. I hate shanghai enough to want to return home, but love it too much to leave.

Sigh.

 

Quality not too good because of the light

 

Originally written two weeks ago (I don't remember the exact date)