I spent today catching up on housework and realized that, although my apartment is large and under-furnished, every available bit of horizontal space -- window sill, table, coffee table, desk, shelves, has been colonized by my "stuff." My clothes, my girl stuff, my teaching stuff, and other debris. I had to rearrange things to make some room for Ross's stuff so this can be his home as well. So he'll be pleased to know he has a nice sturdy cardboard box for a side table for his side of the bed. And there's room for his toothbrush in the bathroom. Speaking of dental hygiene, I have used up the tube of Colgate I brought from Canada and tonight I'll start my first tube of the best-selling local brand -- Darlie. Its logo has intrigued me since I first spotted it but I didn't take the time to Google it until tonight. Why is there a dapper looking minstrel-type man on the box? Why is it called Darlie? This blog post by another ex-pat explains all, but does not settle the uncomfortable and awkward feeling I get from looking at the picture. Is it racist to admire a set of brilliant white teeth contrasted against a dark complexion? I think so. But I digress.
But on the other hand, heck, why should we grow and change at our age? I mean, seriously.
Ross's many friends threw him a surprise farewell party at his gentlemen's club, aka the Bunkhouse. He even got a cake decorated with Chinese characters. It says "farewell." This seems like a good time to say thanks to our friends like Mark and Kris who helped Ross handle all the details involved in home selling, packing, storing, and tying up the financial details. And thanks to those friends who have let me know through one channel or another that they are following the blog. Thanks for keeping us in your thoughts -- we both really appreciate it as we set up our lives on the other side of the world.
So I'm taking the fast train to Beijing tomorrow. (Might as well get some shopping in before he comes). Two more sleeps!