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Piano, piano
Aug. 7th, 2020 10:36 amPiano piano si va lontano, or, “little by little, one goes far.”
My great-grandma Nancy used to say this to us all the time (shortened to piano, piano). Often this bit of wisdom would be accompanied by a slice of poppy seed cake or a scoop of spumoni ice cream. It’s excellent advice, even though many times, my internal Veruca Salt comes out when I hear it —I want it now!
It’s a particularly good reminder today. I got an email from work with some papers to sign. They’re submitting visas for approval to be allowed in, so maybe, possibly, I might be back in China in a couple weeks. I’m a little surprised at how mixed my feelings are. I’ve wanted to go back to work, to my own little apartment, for so long. But once I’m back, I won’t be able to leave the country until the end of my contract year. Which is fair. They don’t want to risk losing so many staff members for months again. And look, the US is not a great place to be at the moment. But my mom’s house is pretty good. And my best friend’s. And playing with my niece and nephew and the doggos.
Having one’s heart be divided among so many wonderful places and people makes life richer, but it also is extremely bittersweet.
I’m excited. I’m anxious. I’m so far behind on so many things I want to do. I’ve achieved more than I dreamed possible.
Piano, piano.
My great-grandma Nancy used to say this to us all the time (shortened to piano, piano). Often this bit of wisdom would be accompanied by a slice of poppy seed cake or a scoop of spumoni ice cream. It’s excellent advice, even though many times, my internal Veruca Salt comes out when I hear it —I want it now!
It’s a particularly good reminder today. I got an email from work with some papers to sign. They’re submitting visas for approval to be allowed in, so maybe, possibly, I might be back in China in a couple weeks. I’m a little surprised at how mixed my feelings are. I’ve wanted to go back to work, to my own little apartment, for so long. But once I’m back, I won’t be able to leave the country until the end of my contract year. Which is fair. They don’t want to risk losing so many staff members for months again. And look, the US is not a great place to be at the moment. But my mom’s house is pretty good. And my best friend’s. And playing with my niece and nephew and the doggos.
Having one’s heart be divided among so many wonderful places and people makes life richer, but it also is extremely bittersweet.
I’m excited. I’m anxious. I’m so far behind on so many things I want to do. I’ve achieved more than I dreamed possible.
Piano, piano.
