I recently went back to NY for a short visit. This visit like the one previously last Spring left me confused. The source of my confusion is that for the first time, I felt an urge to go back to Shanghai by the tail end of my visit. I don't think I would have ever thought I would feel that way about Shanghai. And maybe its not because its Shanghai, maybe its just my life has taken root in a certain place.
I no longer have a place of my own in NYC and for every visit, I have been staying with my parents. Even though it is the house I grew up in, I just don't have the same feeling about it anymore. Everything seems to a bit "off".
Now that I have been here in Shanghai for a couple of years, things have become routine. We have become accustomed to a certain lifestyle, gotten use to certain conveniences in life that were not realistically attainable in NYC. I never would have thought of it that way while living in Shanghai, but when I spend about a week or two in NYC, I become very aware it.
When we first arrived here, I would have never thought that we would ever settle here. At this point, that is actually within the realm of possibilty.
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I hear ya. I never used to understand the truth of the saying "home is where the heart is" until I left the only home I knew of for 28 years. 5 years later, now my sense of home is divided between New York, Shanghai and Hong Kong. Even though I don't agree with my brother's distribution of his time between his "homes", it's understandable that his priorities are different.
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