So I know things have been a bit quiet around these parts lately.
First of all there was this.
Then we went to Iran for 10 days.
And now there’s Plus Ate One.
The country code for Japan.
Which my friends, just goes to show how badly I failed Marketing 101 for Dummies.
So, in case you haven’t worked it out – we’re moving back to Tokyo. Soon.
The packers are coming on December 26th and we fly out on January 3rd.
Just 2 weeks shy of our 4th anniversary in Shanghai.
But the blog name will stay as it is because otherwise it just gets too confusing 🙂
As my lovely blogging friend Sammie would say, I’m feeling all of the emotions.
Because in spite of my initial apathy towards to Shanghai I’ve fallen madly, deeply, head over heels in love with this annoying, frustrating, fascinating crazy and energetic city.
After all, Shanghai is where we got married. It’ll always have a special place in my heart even though the ceremony was laughable and one of us wore fake Crocs.
Shanghai has changed right in front of our eyes over the last four years so much so it defies belief. What must it have been like just ten years ago? Only thirty years ago Pudong was rice paddy fields and now there’s the Shanghai Tower, the second tallest building in the world, lording it over the skyline.
And yes – we do get blue skies, clean air and clouds more often then you’d think.
So please indulge me whilst I share a few photos from last week from walking around Old Shanghai which won’t be there much longer. Some of these streets will be gone by Chinese New Year, others may see out 2017 but probably won’t see much of 2018.
And whilst there’s a sense of sadness of history and communities being lost, when you’re walking around the neighbourhoods you get why it’s being torn down – no one wants to be carrying their potty to the public toilets anymore and nor should they be expected to.
And yet, what happens to the cobbler? Where does the sewing lady move to earn a living?
Where do the oldies play mahjong and cards?
The guy repairing the mattresses by hand is surely a dying trade with the advent of Ikea.
I’m sitting in a hotel in Tokyo writing this as we’re here looking for an apartment. When I tell people we’re moving back after fours years in Shanghai their first reaction is Ah clean air! You must like Tokyo so much better! People are different in Shanghai!
It feels like I dumped the good looking preppy boy for the tattooed pierced bad boy and I find myself jumping to Shanghai’s defence whilst trying not to cause offence.
Because both cities are amazing and different in their own unique ways and we are incredibly lucky and grateful to have been given this opportunity to experience both cultures.
But for the moment I want to focus on Shanghai.
I want to slurp up all of the dumplings.
I want to enjoy my friends company.
I want to wander the streets and laugh and joke with locals who can’t for the life of them understand why I’m taking photos of random objects.
I want to enjoy the grittiness of the street markets.
I just want to soak up every last bit of Shanghai that I can.
So whilst there is cooking going on and I have been taking photos of the recipes I’m making to use up the pantry, I want to be out and about and not inside editing photos.
I’m sure you get that.
The banana, cashew and cardamom bread, the almond shortbread, mum’s liver pate, a new baked ricotta recipe – they may come this year or they’ll appear in 2017.
(This was at the cricket market last week – I probably should do a post on that one day)
No doubt there will be tears ahead – Rich has tried to make me promise there won’t be any but HAH!!! Anyone who knows me knows that isn’t going to happen.
So, here we go again, although this time around Planet Tokyo will be a lot easier.
But for now – it’s all about Shanghai.