This morning, I rolled back into Hangzhou to the roar of an old green train. After a full day of running around, it suddenly occurred to me tonight that I might as well start a diary.

Since our place back home has already been rented out, I had no choice but to crash at a classmate’s. I made noodles for lunch; they turned out alright. Went to play soccer in the afternoon, where I made the tragic discovery that not training properly in Jiangxi now means getting absolutely demolished by a bunch of kids. Then I spent the evening working on a piece about what exactly I’ve been doing for the past year and a half. It’ll probably go up on my mother’s WeChat account for posterity, so here, have a shameless plug while I’m at it: follow Grace Time (now renamed The Road of Grace Time)! Come dig up my dark past (jk

Ahem. Anyway, for the next few days I’ll be posting whatever odds and ends come to mind each night. I won’t vanish on you… probably.