Day 15: The Textures of Xizhou

Ah, mountainous ground. 

The mountainous, mountainous ground.

The smooth of the silk splayed across my palms and the Linden walls my fingers dance upon. Callouses on my fingertips and the dryness of my lips, leathery and feathery like my personality. I feel the ground through my shoes, the uneven, crooked roads, that will eventually lead me to my destination, a thousand miles from home. I feel rice on my tongue, pebble-ish and tasteful, I feel my bed under my feet, the dreamlike state of excitement. 

I feel wood beneath my toes, creaking gently under my steps. I feel plastic against my palms, music emanating from the piano. I feel the rough and cold of the wind, hair flying the frenzy of frigid. I feel my watch heavy and smooth atop my left wrist, the time ticking and tocking.

I feel a million contrasting things, a new one every second.

But never have I noticed, what lovely things they are.

My name is Ryane and I am a fourteen year old student in SAS Puxi. My interest in Microcampus stemmed from a desire to participate in something outside of my sheltered metropolitan lifestyle where everything is done for me and I am painfully inexperienced. I have lived in Shanghai for eight years now but was born in Taipei, Taiwan to an English speaking family of six cousins and numerous relatives. I have left Xizhou and missing it most painfully, however, I am happy and excited for all future Microcampers and the amazing experience they will experience. Be good to T and Ms. Mai!