I met a girl named Dawn when I was in China in 2009. Well, Dawn was her English name. She was one of my first Chinese friends outside of my co-workers. She studied at Donghai University and I met her and her BFF Monika at my German friend Harry's apartment one Friday night. She was the most outspoken young Chinese person I've ever met. She was full of questions about Canada, she taught herself English despite her parents protests, and she criticized almost everything about the Chinese system. Just talking to her about politics made me nervous that I'd get deported.
When Dawn told me her favourite English songs were John Denver's, I was impressed. From what I'd learnt from my first month in China was that for the average citizen their knowledge of non-Chinese music didn't go any farther back than Celine Dion. Actually, Michael Jackson. But then at the end of the year I went to Beijing and discovered that John Denver is adored. I heard him in bathrooms, shopping malls, bathrooms in shopping malls...places like that. John Denver and China are synonymous for me now. When I hear "Take me Home, Country Roads" (which is usually when I'm in China, but not always), instead of cringing I am uplifted. Similar to when I eat greasy food, wait an hour in the rain for a bus, or perhaps see some poop on the street, I think of China and I'm happy again. I don't know if that means the Mainland is my home, but it's certainly something to question. Isn't home a feeling you get when everything around you is a disaster but you still don't get depressed? When everything looks terrible but you can't keep your eyes off it? That's kind of like love. I don't know. I'll have to pray to John Denver.
In March of 2012 I went back to China. I had been on the road for just over a week and I was staying in a great hostel in Nanjing when I heard a piano bar rendition of "Take me Home, Country Roads". I sitting in the back of the hostel bar and it was part of their "Jazz Fridays". If you aren't a fan of that song to start with, then you must go to Nanjing to hear her version because you will most certainly...hang yourself. But the city boasts a great museum, and some juicy dumplings, so the trip won't be a total loss.
I smiled the whole time while listening to that song. I knew I'd come back to a special place. It was the first time I'd heard a John Denver song since coming back to China, and being there over a week without that song made me sad. "Where were you John Denver! I've missed you!" It was pouring rain outside. I was stuck in a hostel with a great bar and beautiful terrace, but I was the sole patron. It was March and the backpackers hadn't arrived yet. And Nanjing wasn't exactly the most travelled place. I was totally alone, my bank account was already dwindling and I had no job prospects and no inspiration to write. But I couldn't have been happier.
Take me home, country roads, take me home.