Whoa. Foreign. Where to start? The last 2 years and 7 months have been exclusively “foreign” photos for me. Horses in the Inner Mongolian grasslands? Yea , not my life before. Towering neon-lit skyscrapers? Couldn’t be further from Mentor , Ohio.
After leaving Tianjin with it’s miniscule foreign population , I would stare at the fellow 老外 (laowai = foreigner) upon arrival in Shanghai.
The most foreign thing become a White Man. Or a Black Man. Whoa ,a White and a Black Man walking together! (I’m totally not saying this in a racist way , in case anyone wants to read that out of context.) I would have a huge shit-eating grin on my face , jaw hanging down to almost the ground , while trying to talk to anybody and everybody about those crazy foreigners! And if they were eating hamburgers , forget about it! I’m floating in the sky!
I’m seriously going to have one huge case of reverse culture shock when I go back.
I’ve tried to pick out a few “foreign” photos from my stack of 10,000 or so.
Upon arrival , ignoring the game changers of language culture , there were some things in China that looked kinda familiar but something was off….
I couldn’t put my finger on it while eating my blueberry chips washed down with a WW2 American army edition Pabst.
Stepping outside though , it hit me.
Is that frickin’ worm?!?
Even my beloved graffiti wasn’t the same.
Slowly though these things became normal. I even started to look back at the States differently.
My thanksgiving feast morphed into this.
Yup , I’ve absorbed China. I live , breathe, and speak China. (Though as a non-Asian you can never truly assimiliate into China.)
Now it takes things like this to me to see foreign.
Hey that barstool in Vang Vieng , Laos kind of looks like Ohio.
*Looks closely* OMG IT IS OHIO! I should probably visit home sometime. Right? Mom and Dad , right?