My relationship with China is an interesting one. Being that I spent 5.5 years of my childhood here, it feels like my long lost home. However, being that I haven't lived here for 20 years, I have times when I feel like I'm in another galaxy.
I have had some ups and downs these past couple of weeks. I looked up the definition of culture shock and Wikipedia says, "Culture shock is the personal disorientation a person may feel when experiencing an unfamiliar way of life due to immigration or a visit to a new country, a move between social environments, or simply travel to another type of life." PERSONAL DISORIENTATION is definitely what I feel here. Sometimes, I see something and just think...is this real life? I have experienced the most culture shock over the everyday tasks...riding my bike to work, trying to order food and shopping (even WALMART which I thought would be my little America, disorients me!).
Riding my bike (and walking sometimes) is one of the hardest tasks right now... traffic is so nuts! I literally feel like I am going to die the whole time. I have been evaluating the traffic patterns here and have done some math... when you are walking across a 6 lane (3 lanes each direction) road and you cross when the light says "don't walk", you will get crushed by six lanes of on-coming traffic. When you cross when the light says "walk" you will still get crushed by three lanes of traffic...you NEVER have better than a 50% chance of survival! I feel like I am playing Frogger all of the time...you go a little into traffic...stop...step to the left...go a little more...step to the right... go a little more and hopefully you make it to the other side : ). Oh and another safely hazard when walking...I was told not to step on those manhole covers, they may collapse and you will fall to the center of the earth : ). It’s sort of like when you were a little kid and you played “don’t step on the crack” except this won’t brake your momma’s back, it will brake yours. While walking has its own dangers, biking presents with far greater risks. There is normally a bike lane, however, it is shared with motorcycles, parked cars, occasional cars going the wrong way down the road and sometimes a bus. The bus is the scariest. I have had a couple of close calls.
The language barrier is killing me. I want to talk to people and I really can't...I had a small victory yesterday when I told the cashier at Walmart that one of the other short termers needed a bag and the cashier understood me before I did my gestures and interpretive dance moves that I normally need to break into. Sometimes you just want an easy task to be as easy as it would be at home and it's not because of the language barrier. For example, I wanted bananas yesterday and I didn't have the energy to try to bargain with a fruit seller, so I did what I thought would be easy... I went to Walmart. I was at the checkout with my banana's and a couple other things and the cashier picked up the banana's, said something that I didn't understand and put my bananas under the cash register and rang up the rest of my order. I had no idea what happened. Ken and Lisa later explained that you have to weigh them in the fruit section. Moments like these are hard. You think to yourself, "I am 30 years old, have a masters degree and I can't even buy a banana."
My reactions to my new home have varied depending on the day and my sleep level...most times I love the newness and the adventure of it all. The chaos can be thrilling! Other times I'm not as amused. I am surprised at how draining simple activities can be and also that these little life inconveniences can make me feel kind of angry.
But luckily there is a silver lining here...one is that I am blessed by the patience of so many people here. When I got off of one of my 15 hour bus trips, a women taxi driver asked me if I wanted a taxi (at least that's what I think she said). My intended answer was "No thank you, my friends are picking me up but thank you for the offer". My actual answer, with a combination of my best Chinese and interpretative dancing was "No want...friend (pointed to ground), thank you." She smiled, understood my meaning and then left. A couple of minutes later, I was on the phone with Ken and Lisa trying to figure out where they were and where I was. This sweet women saw them and figured out that they were looking for me (there really are not a lot of Caucasian people here) ...she told them "your friend is over there, she's waiting for you." Lisa said that the women seemed concerned for me which is really sweet. I've experienced a lot of grace from the people here... I am a mess and still they put up with me and for the most part, help me get by and for that I am grateful.
The even more amazing silver lining is that G0d is bigger than our "personal disorientation." He alone is able to take our silly despair over no banana's, our fear of being squished like a bug by an oncoming bus, and our distaste for people blowing boogers onto the sidewalk and allow us to see the bigger picture. I have definitely felt at wits end here at times and wondered why I am not at home, but I know that I’m here for a reason and that by the grace of G0d I’ll not only get through this in one piece, but I will learn more about G0d’s love for the people that He has created, grow in my own faith, be blessed by the people here and hopefully be a blessing to the children and adults with communication disorders. BUT in the meantime, I am going to learn the how to buy banana’s speaking Chinese…one small step at a time : )