That’s me – alive and well, that is. More like alive and GREAT, as Alex and I have finally fallen into a routine here in the US, both of us are working, and I’ve discovered an unexpected love for front-end development, which I’m lucky enough to be doing every day now. I’ll admit that my short hiatuses from this blog have been because I’m not sure if my life now is relevant to my expat audience. My blog has been so focused on expat issues such as visa problems, housing situations, and going through the green card process, that now I find myself unsure of what to write about.
Sure, I’m still going to be in a cross-cultural relationship (for the foreseeable future, and hopefully forever), so there’s that. But I would also love to write about what I’m learning in front-end development. So stay tuned for a potential Michelle Guo spin-off blog.
For the most part, we’ve adjusted pretty well to moving back. I do find that I almost never use my oven, despite how excited I was to have one again. I think sometimes I forget I have one, having lived without a full-size oven for 5 years. Grocery shopping is also pretty simple, and I buy a lot of the same stuff that I did in Beijing (although I don’t have to go to a special market for butter and coffee – shoutout to Sanyuanli Market!). I don’t buy frozen foods, where I might have considered buying them in the past, but that’s probably mostly because my husband doesn’t like to eat frozen foods.
I realized that I finally felt like we were re-adjusted when we started building up our community here. It’s been tough, since my friends are pretty spread out, and I haven’t talked to a lot of them in years. But about a month ago, there was one week where we met up with three of Alex’s old coworkers (from a hotel in Beijing!) for dinner – two are in LA studying/working and one was visiting from Canada, where she studies. Then a couple of days later, we had lunch at 小肥羊, Little Fat Sheep hotpot with my coworker, her husband and three kids. The day after that I had a basketball game with my old teammates. It was that week that I realized that community is key to feeling like you belong somewhere. Of course, that’s not necessarily true for everyone, but for me, it’s nice to have some semblance of a social life again.
That being said, I’m still utterly terrified at the thought of settling down in any one place for the rest of my life. Hawaii sounds like a good backup plan, doesn’t it?