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       <h1>Return to China</h1>
-      <p>Three years ago when I was teaching English in a university in China I came to the depressing realization that teaching English would not allow me to pay off my student loans and that the government jobs I wanted were so competative that I could not afford to wait around for my lucky break. A friend from college convinced me that Javascript was worth learning, and after about a year of study I came to california to attent a coding bootcamp and eventually to work in a startup.</p>
-      <p>Now I have been working in Silicon Valley for two years and in that time I haven't been back to China once so My wife and I decided that it was time to visit and bring our six month old daughter to meet the Chinese side of her family.</p>
-      <p>The process of getting to China was one of the craziest I've ever experienced. The twelve hour flight to Beijing arrived late which endangered our chance of making the transer to Changsha. We ran through the Beijing international airport to our terminal only to find that the flight had been indefinitely delayed. Sweaty, exhausted and stiff from a long flight we waited at the terminal for three hours before our flight boarded.</p>
-      <p>Finally in Changsha, my wife brought our daughter and carry-on bags to her mother, who was waiting outside, while I waited for our checked bags. Half of the luggage came out and then there was nothing for a while and then the baggage train stopped completely. Soon we heard the distinctive sound of someone being insulted in Changsha dialect, which has a particularly fierce tone. One of the passengers was yelling at an employee who could not provide any information about our luggage. After some confused waiting the luggage train started up again and our bags came out.</p>
-      <p>It was twelve thirty at night and we were finally in the car that my wife's mom had arranged to take us to her home town. I was almost ready to relax when the driver got on the road leaving the airport going the wrong direction. He did eventually realize this with the help of the GPS and started a u-turn at a fork in the road. Mid u-turn he stalls his car and we are sitting in the middle of the road facing oncoming traffic. At this point I was wide awake despite having not slept for seventeen hours. Our driver did eventually make it onto the highway, where he proceeded to oscillate between fourty and nintey km/h, drift haphazardly from one lane to the other, drive in the middle of the highway, and make lane changes without warning into lanes where much faster cars were trying to pass us. It was a harrowing experience to say the least, and it took us about two hours longer to get to our destination than it should have.</p>
+      <p>Three years ago when I was teaching English in a university in China I came to the realization that teaching English would not allow me to pay off my student loans, and that the government jobs I wanted were so competitive that I could not afford to wait around for my lucky break. A friend from college convinced me that Javascript was worth learning, and after about a year of study I came to california to attent a coding bootcamp and eventually to work in a startup.</p>
+      <p>Now I have been working in Silicon Valley for two years and in that time I haven't been back to China once. So my wife and I decided that it was time to visit and bring our six month old daughter to meet the Chinese side of her family.</p>
+      <p>The process of getting to China was one of the wildest I've ever experienced. The twelve hour flight to Beijing arrived late which endangered our chance of making the transer to Changsha. We ran through the Beijing international airport to our terminal only to find that the flight had been indefinitely delayed. Sweaty, exhausted, and stiff from a long flight we waited at the terminal for three hours before our flight boarded.</p>
+      <p>Finally in Changsha, my wife brought our daughter and carry-on bags to her mother, who was waiting outside, while I waited for our checked bags. Half of the luggage came out, and then there was nothing for a while, and then the baggage train stopped completely. Soon we heard the distinctive sound of someone being insulted in Changsha dialect, which has a particularly fierce tone. One of the passengers was yelling at an employee who could not provide any information about our luggage. After some confused waiting the luggage train started up again and our bags came out.</p>
+      <p>It was twelve thirty at night and we were finally in the car that my wife's mom had arranged to take us to her home town, which is a four hour drive. I was almost ready to relax when the driver got on the road leaving the airport going the wrong direction. He did eventually realize this with the help of the GPS and started a u-turn at a fork in the road. Mid u-turn he stalls his car and we are sitting in the middle of the road facing oncoming traffic. At this point I was wide awake despite having not slept for seventeen hours. Our driver did eventually make it onto the highway, where he proceeded to oscillate between fourty and nintey kmph, drift haphazardly from one lane to the other, drive in the middle of the highway, and make lane changes without warning into lanes where much faster cars were trying to pass us. It was a harrowing experience to say the least, and it took us about two hours longer to get to our destination than it should have.</p>
       <p>Amazingly we made it to my wife's aunt's house alive, and after a couple hours of sleep I found that there was a nice fog outside.</p>
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