I’ve been to busy to really sit down and spill my guts, trust that I love it here more than I imagined I could. This story deserves telling.

Jack arrived 5 days ago (he’s my Chinese roommate) and he is fantastic. Yesterday we were talking about different fruits and vegetables, and I was explaining the many uses of the words “peach fuzz”.

He pauses for a moment, thinking of how to express himself in English, and then carefully states: “I do not like peaches… The 'fuzz' makes me feel uncomfortable”

Not nearly as funny without the accent, call me and I will be thrilled to repeat it in Chinglish (if you thought my fake accent was good before, you've gotta hear it after 1 month surrounded by Chinese)