‘Men grow old, the end draws near, each moment becomes more and more valuable, and there is not time to waste over recollections. It is important to understand the mathematical paradox in nostalgia: that it is most powerful in early youth, when the volume of the life gone by is quite small.
’~ Milan Kundera ~ ‘Ignorance'
Said hello and goodbye to a talking mouse about 10,000 times; Been published, quite a few times; Got drunk on fake alcohol, and again, and again; Met some of the most amazing people; Learned how to make my lazy arse run; had about 200 massage experiences, half of them being pretty dodgy; experienced the true wonder of Chinese hospitals (injections in the middle of a room filled with people, cigarette smoke, dogs, dirt); Read at a Chinese-style Jewish Sedar; had the most unconventional Christmas; laughed and loved...a lot!
There is much associated with the term 'goodbye'; its significance holds a different weight depending on the emotional associations of the speaker or listener. The stages of existence can be broken down into a series of 'hellos' and 'goodbyes', forming, from millions of different moments, the colourful tapestry of life. This is not always, or even often, the vocal act of 'hello' and 'goodbye' but instead is a certain feeling: watching the sun rise over the Great Wall of China for the first and last time; winning a race; selling your first car; moving countries; helping your grown up child move out of the family home. In the recent lead up to my departure from China, a good friend asked me, 'do you feel nostalgic yet?' I answered honestly, 'no, and I am working so that I never do'.
The term nostalgia comes from the Greek word nostos meaning ‘return’ and algos meaning ‘suffering’: Nostalgia is therefore the suffering caused by the longing to return. This is perhaps the biggest lesson that my three years as a nomad has taught me - there will always be people, places, experiences to leave behind, say goodbye to and consequentially, miss. However, if you are aware that moments are fleeting and that the human penchant towards nostalgia may soon set in, it encourages you to appreciate each moment all the more. I feel incredibly fortunate to have had moments and met extraordinary people who have threaded vivid flashes of colour through my unique pattern: the tapestry continues.
This is my final China blog, written from a farmhouse kitchen in the middle of the English countryside. To my right is a group of middle aged women engrossed in their painting club, behind them the mid-morning sun spreads a certain kind of light, unique to an English summer, across a field of golden corn (actually, it's just sun bleached, under-watered grass but this sounds only half as romantic). This is my chance to remember, not for the last time, all of the amazing moments of my year in China. Here, regardless of if anyone reads them, they will be immortalized; the internet forming a comprehensive record of existence in the 21st century. I will be brief.
This past year I have: rolled down sand dunes in the Gobi desert; Slept in a two hundred year old monastery in the mountains; Slept in a yurt on the grasslands of Inner Mongolia;
Got lost in the jungle; Made a fool of myself on Chinese television; kayaked down the Li river, flanked on both sides by the famous pointy hills of Guilin;
listened to the rain fall on the roof of an ancient pagoda; seen Chinese Jesus...TWICE; Watched the Chinese version of Romeo and Juliet performed actually on the Westlake of Hangzhou; seen the sun rise over the Great Wall of China; Huffed and puffed and 'Hiked' up that same incredible example of Human endurance and fortitude;
Seen a child pee on a washing machine; Nearly been arrested; Rode a motorbike around around the coast; discovered a hidden beach in El Nido;
Canoed into the underground river (one of the natural wonders of the world); Seen a blue star fish; Eaten a scorpion; Walked through the forbidden City; Experienced being virtually disabled in Shanghai; been wined and dined by The Waldorf Astoria; entered 2012 overlooking the lights of Pu Dong;
Said hello and goodbye to a talking mouse about 10,000 times; Been published, quite a few times; Got drunk on fake alcohol, and again, and again; Met some of the most amazing people; Learned how to make my lazy arse run; had about 200 massage experiences, half of them being pretty dodgy; experienced the true wonder of Chinese hospitals (injections in the middle of a room filled with people, cigarette smoke, dogs, dirt); Read at a Chinese-style Jewish Sedar; had the most unconventional Christmas; laughed and loved...a lot!
It has been a fantastic year. Now it is time for the next chapter, which I have a sneaky feeling will be equally so. A different kind of wonderful. Serious work mode.
Urm...
We'll see.