So, I’ve flown the coop and got the hell out of China. It was lovely (albeit hectic) while it lasted but it’s nice to have a change of scenery. My last ten days in Shanghai were a big heady blur. Since I had just traveled through Yunnan it was strange to come back to the city only to leave just over a week later.
All the streets still looked the same, the food smelt the same and my terrible Starbucks coffee was still weak and too milky. I expected that I would have this moment of realisation where I would break down and cry about leaving but it never happened. As I showed my sister around my favourite streets and the obvious tourist traps I had slight pangs of nostalgia but never anything that came quite as close to the feelings I have for Melbourne.
Reflecting upon the last five and half months is difficult, not because I don’t want to but because it is indescribable. I’m unable to find the words to completely encompass all that it was to live and learn in Shanghai. I guess that’s why I took photos and posted them here. They’ll remind me of the wonderful street food I ate and shared with my mates, the overpowering smell that wafted from the stinky tofu, the generous people I met and the horrible people that pushed me on the subway. These photographs will remain while my memories will fade and be distorted by time to morph into something that vaguely resembles the truth.
When I arrived in Shanghai I would never have thought that I would grow to love the place. Despite all of its shortcomings, this city became my home and I love most of it. No one and nothing is perfect, everyone and everything is just different and Shanghai is no exception. It’s just damn crazy.