Self-learning: A process of unschooling

I’ve officially been back in the country for over two months and I’m now settling slowly but surely into Boston, and while there is a lot to say about this transition, I’d much prefer to move on to more salient topics and maybe throw out a tangential comment here and there about my reflections on the difference between life in China and America and the nature of a return.  Much like my general feeling in life right now, the narrative is moving right along, and I’m excited and relieved to start digging into the meat of my plans and aspirations in the rich culture of Boston and cyberspace.

A new beginning in a new city in my homeland feels so natural that I am more relaxed than I have been in years.  And one of the things that I have become increasingly relaxed yet simultaneously excited about in the past couple weeks is the task of homeschooling Isabelle.  A task that had loomed before me like a mountain with unknown crevices and jagged overhangs now looks like a magical land complete with rolling meadows, shady forests, interesting museums, huge libraries, dangerous wooden playgrounds, less dangerous plastic playgrounds, walks by a clean river with ducks and geese in it, and a cozy townhouse where I’ve already spent more time reading in two weeks than I did in six months in China.  Damn, I did it already! I segued into China-America comparisons!