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I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.
~ Maya Angelou

I’m home. Or am I?

I’ve experienced the feeling of being ‘at home’ in a few places over the last month, far from my bed, bathroom, kitchen, etc… and now that I am back in my flat, I feel like a stranger. Like I’m in someone else’s home, living someone else’s life.

Know what I mean? It is great, but painful, to be home. Where everything is ‘different different but same’ (a slight twist on this).

This trip is one of the craziest and best trips I’ve ever gone on, and not just because my sweet friend Steven convinced me that it was a good idea to go with him to Universal Studios in Singapore and go on ALL the roller coasters (save the Cylon because I refuse to be flipped upside down five times in rapid succession), or because I got to spend a few days and share a donkey burger and other wonderful fare with Jane in Beijing. Enjoying perfect summery weather the whole time.

I also got to experience family on a whole new level. My aunt managed to locate Granddad’s relatives and ancestral home in a province in China last year and my uncles, aunts and grandparents arranged to visit them this year. I joined the party at the last minute, and am I glad I got the opportunity to go along! I knew it would be a special trip for Granddad since he hadn’t been back in about 80 years – and it was, but I was surprised to be so personally affected by it too.

We arrived at the airport in Jieyang to a welcome party worthy of celebrities. An entourage of people holding a giant red banner surged towards us, simultaneously talking excitedly to my granddad who was caught by surprise and slightly teary (I just gaped stupidly – it’s all I could do). His tears then began to cause my own eyes to glisten… anyway, thus began six days of getting acquainted with family I had never known about…

There were many moments when I looked around me, at all these good-looking faces I was seeing for the first time in my life, speaking a dialect I term as my third language, in a place I had never thought I would visit… feeling strangely comfortable. Thinking, “wow. This is what family is.” Everyone together, no one texting/surfing the internet/glued to some technological device… just being human, laughing, talking, sharing, being. Distinct personalities emerged, my newfound distant cousins and I found ourselves doing an informal language exchange and being silly at a window-shattering karaoke session, and I was overwhelmed (there is no other word) by it all. We drank a lot of tea (they make fabulous tea of different varieties – I got quite addicted to it); ate too much; went sightseeing; practised speaking dialect and mandarin (I’m still trying to get back into this speaking English thing). In between, I got to catch up with my uncles and aunts, and listen to Granddad tell me stories of his youth which he had never told before.

There were so many conversations, unfamiliar sights, cultural differences, etc to take in that each night I fell into bed full of wonder and unprocessed thoughts…

And now, here I am. Wondering how life will ever be the same again… and yet thoroughly thankful that life is not dull, that life continues to teach and surprise, and show me love and grace.

P.S. On the note of home… banana cake is a good remedy for homesickness. Something to do with the smell, I think. I used this recipe as a base, substituting sour cream with yoghurt, cake flour with normal, and omitting the chocolate ganache to suit what I had on hand. Oh, and I threw in a handful of chocolate buttons into the mix and baked the cake in a bundt pan, just ‘cos.

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Home is sweet indeed

I didn’t think I would want to hug the first Kiwi I saw upon disembarking from my flight, but I did. I really, really did. Except I didn’t think it would be appropriate etiquette, even in front of very friendly New Zealand airport staff.

(By no means is this a complaint about people I encountered in Spain, Morocco, Portugal, London, Paris and Singapore – I met many lovely folk there too. It’s just this thing called homesickness that hits you even when you have travelled or lived overseas before, that is rather difficult to explain.)

It’s good to be back with my flatmates too – and lookies at what Matt and I had for dinner tonight: makeshift pizza! Good bread with tomato paste, broccoli, ham slices, pineapple cubes, feta cheese, with dollops of freshly grated cheese on top – baked to crisp perfection. Yum yum!

It’s an easy, warm and meltingly delicious thing to make for yourself – all you need is nice bread, toppings of your choice, a tray and a working oven! Make it all pretty and bake at 180 degrees C till it is nicely toasted and the cheese is running helplessly across everything (takes less than half an hour). Serve immediately.

PS. I was slightly aghast to find that I am now so slow with using a simple knife after just four weeks away. Ahh!

PPS. After watching an episode of “Delicious Miss Dahl” on the plane, I found that my heart ached for my kitchen… so we did have a beautiful reunion today. :-)