travel

I caught the travel bug when I was merely three years old. We took the train from Changsha to Wuhan, from there we boarded the ship sailing up north on Yangzi river, through the three gorges and arrived in Hefei, An Hui. An Hui is to close to Shanghai, and we often visited the surrounding cities. When I was four I was sent to live with my uncle in Haerbin, the most glamorous European styled city in Manchuria. We had family in Qiqihaer, another city in Manchuria. When I was 7 I started to spend summers in Beijing and Shanghai. By the time I arrived in America at age 15, on my own, I had already felt a well seasoned traveler. My first city to visit during the spring break was New York City. I fell in love in Chinatown, Little Italy and the subway to Queens. I loved the smell, the chaos, the darkness of the sky, the different ethnicities. I thought I'd one day move there, I still think that. There are very few cities and states I've not been since then, having chosen a field that allowed me to travel.

I could mostly only related to men who traveled, no doubt it had to do with my father being away a lot when i was little, he was rarely home and he seemed to enjoy his business trips.