re-living a part of our Shanghai experience at the new Din Tai Fung in Costa Mesa | 36 weeks
What I’m thankful for today: that we’re not in China anymore.
Exactly two years ago was our first night in Shanghai, a city where we would live for the next year and a half. We left California with our four suitcases laid flat in the bed of my dad’s red pick-up truck. We landed, just the two of us and some stuff. It’s an experience that I still can’t fully process, but I know that where we are now is so much sweeter because of it.