In a few short days, I'll once again head back to China, leaving behind the people and places I love the most. And as much as I love Shanghai, it's probably going to be the hardest return yet. After a cold week in Melbourne (the highlights have been few and far between, but the food and coffee were good), I now have a few nights in Sydney with the family to try and perk me up as much as possible before I wing my way back to the heat, humidity and isolation of the Middle Kingdom.
As I was leaving this morning, my favourite bag snapped it's strap, spilling my stuff all over the street. As i picked my laptop up off the wet, cold street, while the wind lashed my eyes, I couldn't help but laugh: this was the perfect end to a sad, cold week.
Fingers crossed, but it can't be anything but up from here.