When I arrived in Chongqing on Monday I texted a friend, “It’s so green. It feels like home!” By which I meant it felt like Chengdu, Sichuan, my Chinese hometown. When I first lived in Chengdu, I didn’t realize it was the South I was assimilating into my heart and psyche. I thought it was China.

I was right.

I was wrong.

Flashback to a more recent time, an outing in September to the Beijing botanic gardens. While there I saw this sign:

Now, normally a display dedicated to the 40° North Geographical Landmark would not be something that I would linger over, but it turns out that  Beijing and Denver are both on the 40°. Who knew?! Ok, maybe quite a few people. If you  asked, “What does your home town and your current town have in common?” I can tell you definitively this random tidbit would not have been the first thing to pop out of my mouth.

In my babbling about these two great places, I would have gotten around to the fact that despite their differences, they have both been home to me. It’s an interesting fact that on opposite sides of the world, I have lived on the 40°, but that’s all it is, an interesting fact.  (I feel it my duty as a Denverite, to point out to those reading this who have never lived in North America that Denver is actually considerably to the left of where it’s located on this map. Glad we cleared that up.)

Returning to early this week and the text I sent.

I am sitting here trying to put words to something wordless, that deep place in your being where you just know you are home. Chengdu is known for rain and clouds, we rarely saw the sun. The food is spicy and uses both red and numbing peppers. Ma jiang (Mahjong) clinking tiles fill the air. In general, the people are small and have waists the size of my thighs. The local dialect switches standard Mandarin tones, have some different words, and even the locals have to clarify if someone is saying four or ten. Tea drinking is an Olympic style sport.

I thought all of this was China.

I was right.

I was wrong.

The sun shines in much of China. Some food is so bland, it’s just greasy vegetables. I rarely see/hear a good game of Ma jiang (let alone whole Ma jiang rooms!). Some of my junior high students are taller than me and the local Beijing dialect’s primary interesting attribute is adding and “r” sound to the end of words. Tea drinking is more social than sport.

So when I see scenes like this as I walked on the campus,

I smile. I’m home.

Where do you feel at home?




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  1. Kristi October 13, 2012 at 8:02 am - Reply

    Presently I’m not sure where I feel at home, but the latitude of where I used to live in the US: 41.5334178 north latitude. I guess I feel at home more with certain people than in certain places these days. :) I see you’re still looking for signs in signs. :)

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      Amy October 13, 2012 at 9:49 am - Reply

      Signs in signs. I think that may become a tag line!

  2. CQ mary beth October 13, 2012 at 9:20 am - Reply

    love the umbrella pic! i remember when i first moved to CQ, and i felt like i was having culture shock from when i lived in Beijing. same same but different.

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      Amy October 13, 2012 at 9:49 am - Reply

      Oh girl, I get it. I get it.

  3. Hilary Murdoch October 16, 2012 at 3:47 am - Reply

    Here’s an illustrated story about where I feel at home… quite a journey…

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      Amy October 16, 2012 at 6:07 am - Reply

      Thanks Hillary … I’ll check out your website! Thanks for popping in :)

  4. LeAnne October 17, 2012 at 4:26 pm - Reply

    Little Rock and Xi’an are both 34°! We noticed it when students would ask about our weather back home and we’d respond with “a lot like it is here.” Of course, that’s where the similarities end. You raise an interesting question and one I’ve been struggling with this semester as we make the choice of “go or stay.” Are we “twoyearsers” or “lifers”? Where is home? We’re currently stuck in the middle of the I-can’t-imagine-leaving-and-it’s-hard-to-imagine-staying spot.

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      Amy October 17, 2012 at 4:49 pm - Reply

      34 degrees?! That’s so cool.

      Teeth sucking, “dang, this is a tight spot.” (Name that movie!) I’ll be thinking of you … that’s a hard one!

      • LeAnne October 17, 2012 at 6:21 pm - Reply

        Ok, first, I cheated. I Googled. But to slightly redeem myself, I learned that the Chinese is 越狱三王 or Prison Break of Three Kings…..

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