As I’m less than two weeks away from going back to the UK. It’s making me reflect on what home means to me and daily life being so different to the UK. China is home but will never be home. Yet, the idea of going back to the UK makes me nervous now. Being able to understand everyone, easily communicating, not clearly being different.

These circles represent where Mum and Dad, brother, sister and I live. I’ve followed dad and moved to a new country for work and married someone there. My sister moved to a new country for work, met someone and then moved to his home country. It means we’re a little, spread out.

The problem is that I’m trying to use my phone less and eat less crap, but with two small children it’s really hard…

I know she was asking me to wait, that she was giving me a refund and then I would need to pay again. Except I didn’t understand a word she said.

Today is Duanwu festival. Which is famous for dragon boats racing zingzi – sticky rice wrapped in banana leaves. We’re visiting L’s uncle for lunch. After lunch we’ll go for a wander and the family will play mahjong.

We are allowed to officially wear shorts to work today. I am comfortable because 30 degrees and shorts but uncomfortable because I’m wearing shorts to work. Aren’t brains great!

Between this and Years and Years on the BBC, I’m feeling very aware of my own mortality. This book starts with the world ending. As with Years and Years, it’s a little too real for me.

Interesting reading reviews of authentic Chinese food in the UK. My first thought is – that sounds gooood. Quickly followed by realising I probably take for granted all the good food I actually eat in China. Final thought is – how much money!? Link