OK, my time in Liverpool has ended, save the occasional weekend trip and Christmas. Even when I was at Nottingham university, 22 weeks of the year were spent in Liverpool. I have left behind:

1. Liverpool One – A new shopping development that opened during the time I was in China. It looks good but I have heard complaints that it takes too much walking to do your shopping. After three weeks of fruitlessly exploring every shop to find brown shoes that I liked, I would agree with that view.
2. The Polish food store – Also opened in the time I was gone. I’ve only seen it once and I didn’t go inside.
3. The Chinese Badminton Club – I came here every Friday night that I could make for 7 years. I really loved coming here. A place for Mainland Chinese, BBCs and Brits to come together and play badminton. If you want to join, go to Garston Sports Centre on a Friday from 8pm to 10pm. Bring money.

But after a four hour journey with a car’s worth of my possessions, I have moved to London. I am still far far away from Scouseland.

The ball finally dropped that some readers wanted to contact me and were having to leave comments on my post. So I finally created a contact email address. It is:

admin(at)jameshuang.co.uk

All spam, junk email, phising scams are welcome. They will be automatically deleted by gmail. (Am I asking for trouble here?)

I apologise for the lack of blog updating. I’ve had a combination of apathy and blogaphy. Here is a two minute update on my life in the past 5 weeks.

• Monday July 14th – Arrive back in the UK in a daze.
• Week 1 – Open my mail. Check through my bank statements. Spend hours in front of a spreadsheet to find that I have not much money. Catch up with friends. Find out that my badminton level has stayed the same – bad to OK.
• Week 2 – Paris! Holiday for a week with my family. Highly recommended.
• Week 3 – Catch an infection in my lower left leg. I lie down for a week and sleep a lot.
• Week 4 – Go back to work at my old workplace. Lots of filing and typing. Enjoy the British summer – no mosquitoes, no scorching heat and daily rain.
• Week 5 – Realise that I am moving to London soon to start a new job. Panic buy lots of distasteful shirts. Mum points out that I don’t own any double duvets, duvet covers or sheets. I find out they cost a fortune in Britain, despite just being cotton sheets sewn together.I go to Liverpool Frontline Church for the last time.
• Week 6 – I get sick of shopping and resign myself to being badly dressed. The office buys cheesecake to commemorate my leaving.

Life is good, though not so dangerously exciting as China.