Bumps Along the Road

It's hard to come back from a thousand word loss. The village idiot within me convinced my better self that it would be advisable to leave all of my thoughts on an untitled Word document. Needless to say, I have no idea what became of it, but those words are now safely in verb and noun heaven. Should I try my best to recreate that which is lost? I'm leaning toward saying that such a thing would reek of disingenuous pretension. Again, forward and onward. 

Here in Nanjing now, and the sky is pouring buckets. It's freezing in this office and the stalls in the TP-less bathrooms don't close. This all aside, I can get used to this place. Roughly a third of the size of Shanghai, and five times less crowded. A swanky room on the 26th floor, Mexican food, and purportedly lower cost of living- I can get used to this place. 

Watching the Karate Kid last night, I realized that I could comfortably spend the next two weeks vegetating after my post-work workout. Scary thing is, at this point such lethargy sounds more appealing than actually going out and "experiencing China." Right now, as I sit in this empty conference room on my "preparation break," I'm feeling uninspired. It could be that I'm listening to the Keane and Natasha Bedingfield versions of "Somewhere Only We Know" back-to-back, but just watching the rain sweep across Nanjing could be enough, at least for the moment. 

SUNING4LYFE?

What's stopping me from living in nice hotels for the rest of my life? I mean, no, I won't own the place, but what difference does that make really? With room service and all the amenities I'll ever really need (including a Japanese bar and club-wow), why wouldn't I trade real estate independence for the life of a straight baller? I'm sure this is how a professional athlete must feel. Besides, your neighbors would always change, so you can meet new people all the time. Everyone around me would change, but I'd stay the constant. Like a rock in a stream- just always there, getting in the way, and living large and in charge. 

But seriously, after this Suning hotel suite, I 'm seriously considering spending the better half of my twenties looming over major cities in ritzy hotel suites. It'd be the ultimate excuse to delay adulthood: "I can't settle down now, I'm living in a hotel for chrissakes!" Perfect. Everyone wins, except my potential child with said woman. But he wouldn't have been formed to begin with, so I guess the stakes don't really apply to him.