I've bought a Moby CD, and am listening to it as I write this. I've finally got some internet access again at my apartment, also.
My exams are over. But you know what's great about studying a language? No matter what the exam is like, it doesn't feel like an exam; it's just extra practice. That's one thing that drove me nuts last year in Canada. Why cram all that information, so soon destined to be forgotten, into my mind? Of what use is it to do something like that? It drove me close to droppping out mid-term. Studying Chinese is different. I couldn't be learning it any faster than I am right now, and those “exams” were just this week's vocabulary review.
Because I'm such a lazy bum, always eating out rather than cooking anything myself, I've unplugged the refrigerator and am now using it as a cupboard to store clothing. There's something wonderful about opening the freezer door and pulling out today's underwear. The vegetable drawers house my socks.
The green teas, jasmine teas, buses, trains, conversations, arguments, embarrassments, the hot days, hot pots, cold days, laughs, telephone calls....if I wasn't keep a journal each evening, events would be melding together pretty wickedly right now. I'm doing a lot these days. And things are good.
P.S. To comment posters:
Liz: You're welcome to visit anytime – oh, and I received your two letters, you should check your mailbox soon.
Jaded: I've been in China since last May.