I have never lived more than an hour from the city of Chicago.
I have never been away from home for more than a week.
I have always had a plan for my life. More than one, in fact. One month. Six months. One year. Five years. Ten years. I always know what I’m going to do.
In January 2016 I looked at my life, I looked at my chances, and I decided the only sensible thing to do was to move to China for a year.
On August 11, 2016 I’m getting on a nonstop flight to Beijing with no plan for what happens when the plane lands.
It’s gonna be an interesting year.