Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Home sweet home
One of the best things about living abroad is coming home. Home to the family. To friends. To a fridge full of comfort food. And a backyard full of memories.
Yesterday when I went for a run it hit me that I haven’t enjoyed an autumn in Sweden since the year 2000. I’d almost forgotten about how beautiful the forests get when they trees’ leaves change colour. Every time I’m home and start picking up my running miles, I fall back in love with running again. In China, it’s a “must do” as I don’t want to stop something I once used to love (although I often experience difficulties when it comes to motivation), but over here, it’s almost fun. I don’t even think about the fact that I am running while I am out there. Rather, I’m too busy thinking about other things, breathing the fresh air, enjoying the scenery and listening to music. It’s strange that I cannot get the same feeling while running in China, after all, it’s not rocket science we are talking about. But, I guess that’s just how it is. (which has also made me realize that there is no point dreaming of running a full marathon as long as I live in China. That dream will just have to wait).
I always feel kind of “fluffy” while over here. I tend to go home at least once/year (lately it’s been twice/year) and every time I get here the same story repeats itself. Mom cooks me my favourite dishes (making me feel like a spoiled 15-year-old), and I eat more, and better food (some seriously mad salads over here, mom’s a bit of a carrot lover so the fridge has a rather impressing salad station), than I would eat even if I tried to be healthy in China.
It’s a bit weird, but kind of wonderful at the same time. I tend to go back to China with my batteries re-charged. Probably 1-2 kg heavier (I tell myself it’s a mixed result from my new running muscles –ehum- and all the yummy food) but with softer skin and hair (yeah, there’s some serious difference between the tap water in China and Sweden too, one of the biggest one being that you can drink tap water –and that it actually tastes good- in Sweden).
Hard not to be "energized" when hanging around my little brother -to the right- who's full of funny ideas...
Don’t get me wrong now (and please don’t mail bomb me now saying “if you hate China so much, why don’t you just go back?!”). I am not saying I would prefer living in Sweden to China. If I would, then I obviously would pack my bag and move home, it’s not harder than that. I enjoy the happy/energy boost a week in Sweden gives me (which normally lasts for 1 week, then it’s time to make a move), but then I’m ready to head back to China.
Like I said, one of the best things about living abroad is to go home for a (fluffy) visit.
(but thank God it’s not snowing yet…)