It’s official: Kai and I are moving to Mongolia. This time next month, I’ll be there. Now that’s crazy!
I don’t particularly want to leave Jingers; I’ve become quite fond of the place.
I am particularly bummed that I have just gotten a handle on the language. I am by no means fluent, but I have definitely made progress.
Sadly, I had my last Chinese lesson on Wednesday. I didn’t expect it to be so soon or sudden, but my teacher, Wu Jing Sheng, is off to get married (what’s with all the Chinese men I know going off to get married… is it something I said?). But I owe a big thanks to Jing Sheng (the most patient man in China) for giving me adequate Chinese to order my daily latte, and for giving me countless opportunities to entertain Beijing taxi drivers with my commentary on the weather, traffic jams and idiotic driving.