it was a long, exhausting, covered-in-poop,-sweat,-and-breastmilk 30 hours back to the land of the free and the home of the brave, the country to which fox belongs but has never seen. my happy little tank boy got plenty of stares and drew lots of questions, and people had even more questions when we told them he was born in hk. a common question posed is if he has dual citizenship, and nay, the chinese don't hand that out quite so easily. too bad... a chinese passport might come in handy if fox ever wants to enter iran, but as one hippie woman we met in the airport responded, "well, maybe it just doesn't matter. maybe someday, we'll all be one." then we held hands and sang kumbaya.
thus far our time in the good ole U.S. of A. hasn't been as dreamy as we'd imagined. fox and i both have colds, and i'm not sure if the poor lad will ever figure out his days and nights. we're just in a medicated, stuffy fuzz. and we miss matt terribly. and humidity. and our hk friends. but god bless america, clean air and normal skim milk.