My new neighborhood is far more local than the one I lived at through the Spring. Before, I lived almost across the street from the metro, as well as a Starbucks and McDonalds. Now I live across the street from a plethora of tiny noodle shops, fruit stands, hair salons and disreputable-looking "massage" parlors. I can walk to a few vegetable markets and attempt to barter with my caveman level of Chinese.
I started school again, at a new kindergarten near my new home. The teachers are welcoming and the children are, for the most part, well-behaved, but I now have a class of two year olds, children barely old enough to speak Chinese, much less English. That's fine, though. What's difficult about the class is that each student has roughly the attention span of a hummingbird and I soon found myself struggling to come up with new activities.