It’s been exactly three weeks since I arrived in Chengdu. Feels longer—but in a good way, not bad at all. When I think of all I have learned, all I can now accomplish on my own, and how much I have acclimated, it feels much longer. I was thinking about all that last night and felt surprised when I looked at the calendar to realize I had just finished my third weekend. I was even more surprised when my sister texted me that my Dad had died a few hours previously. That was around 3pm yesterday, Sunday in Chengdu. He died a bit before 11pm CST Texas time, on Saturday. (Click “read more”)
There is fiction. There is life. What is the difference?
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