Cabin Fever in China
For the past month and a half, I’ve been staying with my new parents-in-law in what amounts to small town China.
After getting legally married and applying for a visiting relatives visa, we decided to hang around for a little while.
Pretty easy to justify when you’re in between jobs and trying to figure out what to do next.
High Pitched Cabin Fever
It’s not so bad here-apart from the staring, delicious delicacies, and small quarters.
The air’s cleaner than most places, the tap water is drinkable after boiling (Home to 农夫 for Southern China), and there’s a single KFC a short walk away.
Plus, I’ve gotten to know my wife’s family better, gone to church a few times, and have overall had less stress than at any other time in recent memory.
But it’s sometimes painfully boring.
And when you start writing stories about rabbits storming the Great Wall of China, turtles and plastic bags, and chicken feet, you know something is wrong.
At some point, the fever reaches a boiling point and you know it’s time to move on.
But with the Olympics coming up and my new parents having a widescreen TV, we might have to just wait a couple more weeks.
