It has been a few months now since I have returned to Boston. To this day I really miss a lot of things I enjoyed in China, but I also miss a lot of the things I hated. I grew to love the squat toilets, healthy deserts, oily food, streets crowded with crazy drivers and kids in school uniforms etc etc. Today is the August moon festival and I went to Chinatown where there was a celebration. I remember going to the same thing a year ago. This time last year, we were nervous and unsure of what we would encounter in the strange land of Beijing. The closest I had ever been to Chinese culture was americanized Chinese restaurants, and Chinatown festivals (consisting of some Chinese performance, a lion dance or two, and booths selling baby turtles and bonzai trees). Thinking back, I knew nothing about the place that would become my second home. I know it is a little late, but I just wanted to thank everyone who made this trip possible and helped it become one of the best experiences I have ever had. I won't soon forget the kindness, patience, and hospitality I was met with during my stay in Beijing. I hope that one day I can continue this blog, or start a similar one, when I travel and return to China in the future.