Our train is flying at 302 km/h.
Fields of gold and brown flash behind the window — their tree-lined edge just a blur of textured green.
The ride is smooth with only a quiet rumble coming from below as the tracks bank to accommodate the huge speed of the train as it makes sweeping turns through the countryside. Another train coming from the opposite direction rolls by in an instant. A gust and then it’s gone.
I’m on the south-bound train from Beijing to Nanjing in Eastern China with a friend I met 6 years ago when I used to row for my university. Her name is Devery and she’s been teaching English in China for nearly a year. About 3 and a half months ago she posted something on Facebook, something like, “Who wants to come visit me in China???”
Well, of course I wrote, “Me!” And one one-way ticket later, here I am. The country from which my half-Asian heritage hath sprung.
I’ve learned enough to know that sometimes opportunities only come around once, and it’s best not to let them pass you by.