It’s strange what seems strange from the outside. We’ve lived in China for almost five months now and there are still little things that suddenly bring home that our new home is not our old home.
Today it was cups. I must confess to enjoying coffee, and a nice espresso or americano and a comfy chair is one of my indulgences when I want to feel Western for a bit. China has plenty of coffee shops, both Western and home-grown (the shops, not the coffee).
So that’s all lovely. But why are there only paper cups? No one else seems to mind, but it seems so weird to me, to be in such a familiar place but missing my familiar mug.
I know it doesn’t matter, but it just reminds me that I’m a long way from home.