I think today is the day, ten years ago, that I left China. I believe I documented it in a journal, but I'm not sure if it still exists. I need to look.
I know there were tons of tears, that day and in the weeks (and months) preceding and following. It's amazing what a Home (with a capital 'H') Shenyang was to me, considering that the decision to go there was somewhat spontaneous. It's not a place I would choose to move today, both because of the changes in me and because of the changes there. But I am gandong (with a heart so full it's as if the ocean is in it) when I think of how lucky I was to have lived there in that time in my development and that of China's.
I can swear I saw the ramblings of a madman posted here the other day - but now it's gone.
Or maybe I am the madman!