Culture in the Blender

I’m homesick for China. I think anywhere in Asia would do.  Yesterday morning was rainy with a hint of fog, and I thought for a second that it was smog. I’m listening to Chinese music and wondering what’s in fashion. I want my morning bus to be one of the old Beijing buses with the wood floors, preferably number 403. I want there to be more people, more bustle. I had enough frequent flier miles to go, but I’ve used some to go see my boyfriend. And I can’t afford much after arriving anyway.