I've been putting off writing this post for, oh, the last three weeks or so. I kept thinking that if I could only wait to feel better, less unhinged, less slightly completely insane, then I'd be able to write about my re-entry to Beijing with poise and grace. I'd wink sideways at my insecurities and chuckle at my follies and be totally mature and adult and sane.
And to some extent, that's true. I feel pretty sane now, mostly because of the end of the semester and some extremely therapeutic Days Of Fun with some extremely excellent people. But the fact is that the last few weeks have been difficult, and I still don't feel completely settled. Something about re-entry has pitched me tumbling up into the air and shaken me hard.
