Beijing where art thou?

well its been exactly two weeks since I said Zaijian to the Middle Kingdom, and i have to say, I miss it.

Work is fine, the house is fine, my friends are fine... but i want the excitment of not knowing what people are saying, of figuring it out and making new friends because of it. I want a fruit vender right outside my front door in case i suddenly decide I want watermelon at 1o o'clock at night, I want a transport system that can take me anywhere, anytime. I want taxi drivers that call their friends for directions when they don't know where to go, I want to be the odd one out, I want to be stared at, I want to be a laowai. I want to be in Beijing.

Reverse culture shock is f**ked, totally and utterly.