Home-age
It was with great happiness that I trundled through immigration at the Shanghai Railway Station: I am home.
Driving past my and Jifu's old Xinkezhan, through the disorderly traffic to my Fazujie home Huilonghui, I appreciate how much of a home this city is to me. My life, my community, my work, my routines, my friends: Shanghai is more home to me than anywhere else I have ever lived in my no longer that short life.
The Silver Lining attaches mewlingly as soon as I come through the door. He had hidden from catsitter Yi the whole week I was in exile in Hong Kong. He and I are two happy pussies right now.
I feel loved on other fronts as well. Well, useful at least. Zendai Museum calling to confirm my attendence of their forum and dinner Sunday. Friends recruiting me for help on various projects, magazines wanting copy, PR companies arranging coverage...okay, I'm not so much loved as useful - but I can live with that. "[Vixen]! Where HAVE you been?!" the conversations begin. Yeah, sorry for not issuing a press release every time I get deported.
The next few days will be madness; today was my token window of decompression. Two days of a luxury forum I'm covering, then an art symposium where I'm supposed to speak, then scrambling Beijing-wards for Yohji Yamamoto and Jimmy Choo. I'm hoping I can also stick abouts long enough to catch a day or two of Midi, but...the pussy is giving me this *look*, and I never want to leave home, ever ever again.
Driving past my and Jifu's old Xinkezhan, through the disorderly traffic to my Fazujie home Huilonghui, I appreciate how much of a home this city is to me. My life, my community, my work, my routines, my friends: Shanghai is more home to me than anywhere else I have ever lived in my no longer that short life.
The Silver Lining attaches mewlingly as soon as I come through the door. He had hidden from catsitter Yi the whole week I was in exile in Hong Kong. He and I are two happy pussies right now.
I feel loved on other fronts as well. Well, useful at least. Zendai Museum calling to confirm my attendence of their forum and dinner Sunday. Friends recruiting me for help on various projects, magazines wanting copy, PR companies arranging coverage...okay, I'm not so much loved as useful - but I can live with that. "[Vixen]! Where HAVE you been?!" the conversations begin. Yeah, sorry for not issuing a press release every time I get deported.
The next few days will be madness; today was my token window of decompression. Two days of a luxury forum I'm covering, then an art symposium where I'm supposed to speak, then scrambling Beijing-wards for Yohji Yamamoto and Jimmy Choo. I'm hoping I can also stick abouts long enough to catch a day or two of Midi, but...the pussy is giving me this *look*, and I never want to leave home, ever ever again.
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