7 months. I have been in China for 7 months.
Time is as confused as ever.
Some days it goes by so fast, that I am actually scared. Time has never went by so fast for me, for these reasons. That is, I am relating to time much differently here. It is very hard to explain and though the reader probably thinks I am losing my mind (which I very well could be), it is just a matter of living in a place that is so unpredictable. At least I hope that China is the reason that I cannot seem to understand how my days can fly by, yet come to a standstill, seemingly at the same time. Make sense?
When we are happy, the time flies. True. When we are unhappy, the time stagnates. True. Here, whether happy, sad or clueless, the time seems to move at a sputtering pace, slow, fast, slow, fast, stagnate, everything in between. How can it be that I can feel so lonely, but the time fly by? How can it be that I can be occupied and the time stagnate? Why is that?
This post makes no sense.
I have taken on a second career as an English tutor. I am currently tutoring two more students. One on Sunday afternoons, one on Friday nights. Yeah, I know, a big deal on a Friday night, right? I am trying to work on getting 8 more students to tutor. I want to stay occupied and need the money.
I havent been to the gym in weeks, though yesterday, I played basketball for about 2 hours. I am truly an amazing basketball player in China. I mean, amazing. I think I may go pro here. Haha. Where else could I dominate the low post at 5'11"?
The weather here matches the time and my feelings. It is cold, dark and occasionally, surprisingly pleasant. I went without showering 5 days last week because it is just too damn cold to move from my room (the only warm place in the apartment) to the bathroom and stand under a trickle of hot water for 10 minutes.
