Tonight, I’ll fly out of SFO on a plane headed back to a familiar place. When I left China just a little over a year ago, I really thought I’d never go back again—at least not to live and work. But I should know better by now; I should know the way my life always seems to circle back or fold in on itself, and that nothing is over until it’s over.
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