It sure does feel good to be home. I’m back in Shanghai for the first time in four years and from the initial look of things, nothing has changed.
The airport is still chaotic, the taxi line never-ending, and the people still everywhere. There was no pause in the action despite my departure years ago.
I naively believed that Shanghai and I shared a special chemistry and that she would be lost without me. Yet time has continued to move forward here in spite of my absence. And I haven’t even arrived at the city center yet.
