Back to normal?

This morning was a good morning. I woke up with my alarm. Friday and Saturday morning I slept through them. I haven’t been that kind to my body lately, and I guess it wanted some a little more. Since I have been back, I worked Wednesday, stayed out late that night and went to bed at 11:00. Thursday I randomly woke up at 4:45, which was all good, cause I needed to get up in fifteen minutes anyway to go to breakfast (B.R.I.E.O.T). I worked a few extra hours that day too, and went to worship practice and again stayed out too late and went to bed at 11:30.

Friday I awoke to my phone ringing at 8:30, went to bed at 12am.

Saturday I awoke to my phone ringing at 9, went to bed at 12am.

Today I woke up when I wanted to. Maybe I will get to bed around a more normal time tonight, and wake up at a good time tomorrow.

Edit: Ashley showed me this, and I am reposting it here.

I have to put my pajamas in one of my packs, put my laptop in my daybag, see what else I can steal for gifts, grab my bags and go. Go home.

Home, where my bed awaits, my dollar is not as strong, you can’t haggle prices, women don’t spit on the streets, you can’t cross a street anywhere and walk through speeding traffic. Where I can’t hop in a taxi and get where I am going for $1.20. Or in a bus for 65 cents.

I am going to miss this culture, where the people are a different type of polite, and though at first they seem rude, they are nicer than at home. I am going to miss waking up and eating strange things like fresh meat packages, baconian, fried greens, and noodles. I am going to miss serving myself out of the dish with my chopsticks that I put in my mouth.

I am going to miss China.

When this day starts over again, I am going to have to get my tires changed, order a head gasket kit, and eat all the meals I already ate.

But, home is home. And I am going home.

But we don’t want our beliefs. God of Peace, we want you.

Last night I went shopping for myself. I spend something like 60 dollars, and you should see what I got.
We went to this street next to a hostel with shops lining it. All types of shops, from clothes to trinkets to tea and food. Most of the shop workers speak english, and that is a good thing. ‘Cause they start out really high. So what I wanted to buy, just one of the articles, starts out at 2200 yuan. Then you bicker and banter back and forth to you get to a price that you like. You buy your article and move on. Everyone is saying “Hello!,” and trying to get you into their shops. It smells like China, and urine in some places, and it is dark.

I am going to miss China.