Nothing is Perfect.

Alright, I admit it. China isn't perfect. I mean, obviously I've known this for some time. I mean, I didn't have hot water in my apartment for what, a month? But, for the most part, everything here has been so beyond amazing that sometimes I forget China isn't perfect. And then, when I'm reminded that China isn't perfect, it usually puts me in somewhat of a grumpy mood because I wasn't expecting it.

Nothing bad has happened. I still love it here. In fact, I'm not even really sure why I'm complaining and if I really am actually complaining. But whatever.

It gets really annoying how frequently my classes are getting cancelled right now. Mostly because I usually don't find out until I arrive at the class and either no one is there or all the students are getting ready to leave. Or, they cancel a class 10 minutes in because all the students have to go get shots. You would think it would be nice to surprisingly get the day off. But no, I miss my kids when I don't get to see them. They fall behind when they aren't in class. My time left here is quickly diminishing. I want to spend as much time with them as I possibly can.

The internet. If only I had a reliable internet connection, I don't know, maybe 90% of the time, I'd be overjoyed. But that's not the case. Okay, maybe I'm being too harsh. It's not that bad.

China can be pretty rough on clothes. I don't know what it is. Maybe because all my clothes get pulled on in several different direction by tiny hands every day. Maybe its our turbo speed spinning washing machine. Or the fact I wear the same 7 outfits constantly. Holes, holes, holes. If I'm not careful, I'll look like Tarzan soon.

I miss dairy. Milk. Coffee creamer. Cheese. Dairy is hard to come by in China. Or its expensive. Or, in the case of milk, its practically radioactive with a shelf life of forever.

I miss my family and friends. Though, if I'm being perfectly honest, I'd rather have them here in China with me then be at home with them.

And Mexican food. I don't know how I've survived almost 3 months without a burrito. It's a miracle.

Well China, you may not be perfect. But you sure are good enough for me. I do love you. Sometimes it feels a little one-sided. I mean, you do burn me quite frequently...make me fall in underground caves. Have people spill their boiling hot soup on me. But, you have given me over 320 children who love me further than the moon and back. You have given me a sense of purpose. You've weakened my immune system but you've fortified my heart, built up my courage, and transformed my self-esteem. You may not be perfect. But who am I to judge.