Instead of the usual "i'm so sad to leave...time is passing too quickly...etc etc" post, I figured I'll share my thoughts with this instead (it was written for my creative writing class here, but this fits the mood, so I'll share it).
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Ode to Shanghai (Based off of Laura Steiner's Ode to New York)
To the city that I have had the pleasure to call my home for
awhile,
Shanghai is the New York City of the East, it’s where life
and death meet at each street corner, it’s the expats having lunch at the
upscale Mr. and Mrs. Bund, it’s the younger marketing and PR professionals having
brunch in the French Concession, it’s the older generation still striving to
maintain their slowly dying language, it’s the 87th floor of Park
Hyatt in Pudong with a breathtaking skyline view, it’s the tourists, commuters,
expats, students, it’s everything you don’t expect to see in a Chinese
city.
Shanghai is neighborhood.
It’s getting an egg crepe, with two eggs, scallions, radishes, cilantro,
hot sauce, and a Chinese donut wrapped inside a crepe shell, in the morning
from the skilled couple on Ding Xi Road, it’s the fruit stand lady on Anhua
Road who loves to chat about more than which fruits are in season. It is the chowfun lady on some street I can’t
remember, who has to endure with drunken students on weekend nights. If you’re lucky, they all just might remember
who you are, and make your experience that much more rewarding.
Shanghai is food.
It’s where the soup from the xiaolongbao dripping from your mouth is
normal, it’s knowing that Greek, Japanese, French, and American foods are all
accessible by delivery, it’s knowing that a street full of food carts will only
set you back $5, it’s going to KFC and coming out with an egg tart, it’s the
ability to have a family style dinner that costs $2 per person.
Shanghai is an experience.
It’s seeing a baby pee on the streets and no one else around you cares,
it’s a walk through Zhongshan Park before 10am and seeing the grandparents
dancing and singing, and their grandchildren carelessly running around, it’s
spending a Saturday in People’s Square wandering through the marriage market,
overhearing a parent question: “Does your son have a house or a car, because
that’ll be my deciding factor?” (of course, this is said in Chinese). It’s
where Jing’an temple will be in the middle of a sea of modern office buildings. It’s spending a day at the fake market
exhausting any and all bargaining abilities you thought you had or didn’t have.
Shanghai is having everything you can think of at the tip of
your fingertips. It’s East Nanjing Road
where malls meet street vendors trying to sell detachable wheels for your
shoes. It’s being surrounded by people
constantly, yet knowing that exploring alone and at peace is still an
option.
Shanghai started off as the city I never wanted to be in, a
city I despised. It eventually became a
safe haven from traveling around China, a comfort in hearing the mandarin with
a southern accent, understanding more than I ever will in other parts of China. It’s finding comfort in the little things,
knowing that if I can’t read the menu, I can just ask and get what I want. It’s the first place that told me I couldn’t possibly
be American because I look Chinese.
Shanghai is where there is too much too do and too little
time. You’ll want to tell all your
friends about it, but they won’t understand.
Your explanation will be useless unless they can experience this city on
their own. It’s like New York City in a
way where feelings overpower what you see. The sights and sounds will all be a
blur, but the state of mind you have achieved will always be there.
You’ll go home and realize that even with the amount of time
you had, you didn’t manage to experience Shanghai to the fullest. No one ever will. People will say that you can go back to
Shanghai anytime, but the next time you go, it might just be a completely new
city, an ever changing city. Shanghai,
like its people, will push ahead ruthlessly; keep up, because it won’t wait for
anyone.
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Below will be a compilation of a few of our many unforgettable adventures from study abroad with these 朋友's (friends), from KTV, to dying on the steps of Huangshan, to lasertag, to climbing the Great Wall, to those nights we actually can't remember... Everything about this semester will be missed. <3
***this may be the last post of Shanghai, but hopefully it won't be the last post of this blog

