I couldn’t stop thinking about it, that snowy day in Beijing, how hard it was to step on the plane. How the first thing we did when we arrived was take a shower. I’d never seen a shower before. A private shower, not like those group ones at the bathhouses in China. In China, there was a bathhouse in every neighborhood and everyone went. Sometimes, I’d even see my teacher there. There was awkward, and then there was taking-a-shower-next-to-your-teacher awkward.
