Sunday, September 23, 2007


We live in a large house. A large, nearly empty house.

It doesn’t much feel like home yet, because our Stuff hasn’t arrived. Sure, the house is fully furnished, with government-issued furniture, but it still feels empty. No pictures. No rugs. Few books. Only the bare essentials in terms of clothing, supplies and kitchenware. We have only what we carried in our suitcases or packed into our 500-pound air freight allotment.

So it was with great excitement that I informed Xiao Tong that our household effects would be delivered next week (well, five of the six crates, anyway). She looked around, puzzled. “You have more than this?” she asked.

I think I’m going to be embarrassed next week when Xiao Tong watches as the movers carry in box after box after box of toys and books and other non-essential goodies.


Please. Write your own stuff.