Back in Beijing, biatches!*
I’m in Beijing! While that sentence may not be deserving of an exclamation mark in its own right, the fact that I no longer live in Hong Kong does, and that’s what the sentence implies.
I left my home for the last year yesterday, and though I hadn’t even begun packing before I ought to head to the airport, everything went surprisingly smooth. It still amazes me that I can wake up one morning and be living in Hong Kong, and then less than 10 hours later I go to bed in Beijing, having uprooted my life and sorted it in two smallish suitcases.
It’s my fourth or fifth time in Beijing, and the city is a lot different – and a lot more pleasant – in summer. The fading autumn light that made the city seem old and sad in October has been replaced with bright summer sunshine, the chilling winds of winter have turned into a welcome breeze breaking the heat, and the pollution I experienced when visiting earlier this spring is not nearly as bad now (though I’m sure that’ll deteriorate while I’m here).
I’ll be in town for two and a half week, working for Time and studying a crash course on Chinese foreign policy at Peking University. I’ve already studied a similar course at HKU, but I’m sure it’ll be interesting (apart from the fact that it starts at 8.30 and the university is one and a half hour away from the place that I’m staying).
But that’s tomorrow, for now I’m gonna concentrate on my coffee and reading books about booze and good times (Sideways, as good as the movie).
*Sorry, Caroline, I know you don’t approve of my swearing