I’ve been going through phases of how I feel about our pending move to China over the past week. I’m edgy because I haven’t yet set a start date with XYZ and no contract has been signed. I’m nervous, feeling sure that somehow my Chinese language skills have been totally overestimated and that, when presented with simple questions or tasks, I’ll just stand there staring blankly like a cow.
But for the past 24 hours I’ve been feeling excited. We’re finally moving back to China, and we’re doing it with purpose, with interesting plans and with no certain plan of when to leave. I think working for XYZ is going to be the start of an actual career for me – and I can’t wait!
I will admit to using a little outside assistance to augment my feelings of excitement, in the form of singing along to the following song. VERY LOUDLY.
I know, I know. But it’s one of the only Chinese songs that I know the words to – as anyone unfortunate enough to be walking through Midtown yesterday at 5:15pm can attest to. BRING ON THE MOVE TO CHINA! BRING ON THE CHINESE POP MUSIC!