It's hard to believe I've left China. Home–that is, the States–better be weird. From all accounts, it is.
All the green card stuff is done, tickets bought, arrangements made. I go back to be weirded out by my own country, I hope, and wait for my family to be weirded out themselves when they arrive–months apart, us.
I left for Korea nearly five years ago with the intention of staying out one year. Returning married, daddied. Perhaps the word is daughtered. Waiting.