We moved into our apartment yesterday around mid morning. The day was spent unpacking, doing laundry, figuring out how things worked.
We discovered we have a panic button in our bedroom which, when pushed, causes the main desk to call your apartment and if you don’t answer they come running. How do we know this? Well, of course we tried it, silly! We didn’t even know it was there. It is tucked behind one of the bedside lamps and I believe that something just knocked into it. One advantage of being the foreigner is that when the security guy leaves your apartment after resetting the button and is mumbling , you are blissfully unaware of the insults he is flinging your way 🙂
This morning I woke up at 5:30 and stepped out on the balcony. Shanghai has given us a house warming gift. The thick heat, that occasionally breaks into pouring rain and then back to low clouds that make you long for a catskill autumn, has broken. This morning there is clear sky and a cool breeze. The view from the 7th floor seems endless across the park and through the city beyond. The men are swimming laps in the canal across the street. The tree frogs are chirping a tune along with the crickets. As the sun rises the cicadas start their hum. A man is singing an opera like tune down the way. There is time for all the chaos of traffic and street vendors later, right now my adopted city just seems to be sighing and enjoying the morning with me.