Cultural conundrum

We have an acquaintance in China who is helping us look for L’s family.  When this person agreed to help us, Mr. A and I joked that eventually we would have to help their kid find a way to go to college in the US to reciprocate.

Ha ha ha.  We crack ourselves up.

Guess what I got an email about this morning? My friend wants to know if we can do some research and help them figure out how to send their child to the US as an exchange student.

As someone who has read a lot about Chinese culture (and experienced it a little), in theory I understand the importance of guanxi. I understand it in theory. In practice, I am completely unclear about what is being asked of us in this situation.

Do they really just want us to do the research, or is there more?  Do they want us to offer to host their kid?  Do we have some kind of financial obligation to help make this happen?  Is this a test of our relationship or is it just a simple friendly request for information?

I don’t know if it is because I am an American or if it is just  a quirk of my personality (because I grew up with a mom who had social anxiety issues), but it makes me very uncomfortable to feel like I owe someone a favor.  I like to reciprocate as soon as possible so I am on equal footing.  I don’t like the niggling thought that someone is thinking “That AmFam, she is always taking advantage of my hospitality/time/whatever.”   I don’t like to impose on people, but in generally I don’t feel like other people are imposing if they ask me to do something for them. (I know, I know, it is a weird place inside my head.)

This situation plays right into that anxiety.  I don’t know what is expected.  What is a fair exchange for the help they are providing?  I wonder if my friend might have useful information and is waiting to see how helpful I will be to them before they share it with me? What if I can’t find a way for the kid to be an exchange student, what happens then?

Who the heck knows???

I understand that cultivating good guanxi is what is going to get us the information we want (we hope), but if it were up to me, I would just offer this person some cash in exchange for the research they are doing and be done with it.

This  money vs. guanxi thing is constantly coming up with our various Chinese tutors too.  I always want to pay them for translating or helping us do whatever little things we need.  They are always trying to say “No, no, I am happy to help you!  Money isn’t necessary.”  What does that mean?  I am trying to tell them I value their time and effort.  I don’t know what they are trying to tell me.  Are they arguing because that is what you do when someone tries to give you money (like arguing about the check in a restaurant?) or do they really not want the money?  I usually make them take it anyway, because I am pushy like that.

I know this is just the beginning.  This is exactly the kind of thing we are going to have to figure out over and over if we find L’s family.  What is normal and polite for us might be weird, rude or incomprehensible to them.

In truth, even if this person wasn’t helping us, I wouldn’t mind doing some research and sending them what I find.  I just don’t know if that is what they are really asking me to do.  I have asked the friend who passed along the message for advice.  She lives here, so hopefully she will understand my cultural cluelessness.

Just call me Ruth.

For the last few years, I have been working hard at making sure we do not become hoarders.  Ok, honestly there is no chance we will be hoarders, but I don’t want to end up overwhelmed with clutter or stored useless things.

I am ruthless.  If it hasn’t been used recently (in the last 6 months to a year), it has to go.

Twice a year, the girls and I go through all their toys and get rid of several bags of stuff they don’t use any more. Compared to many other kids we know, they have very few toys. That being said, they honestly don’t even play with much of what they have.  (I only pitch what they agree to, so we can empower them to participate.  Empowerment is part of my diabolical plot to  nip any inherited hoarding tendencies in the bud.  They do a great job, I have to say.)

Mr. A and I have whittled down our clothes so we each only have two dresser drawers of casual clothes (including underwear and socks) and a few sweaters on a shelf.  Mr. A has a bunch of suits (etc) for work, but I have only about 3 dressy outfits in my closet.  I keep exactly one storage bin of hand-me-downs for each size for L.  As soon as L out grows something (which rarely happens — this is her third winter wearing size 2s!), it gets handed down to my sister or friends who have daughters.

Now that we know we are moving, my de-cluttering/downsizing has kicked into high gear.

Out go the decorations and furniture I bought only for staging the house.  Out goes the furniture that I bought because it suited this house, but I didn’t really love it that much.  Out goes the varsity letter and other memorabilia that I don’t really have any emotional connection with.  Out goes 10,000 pieces of the girls’ artwork (only the best will stay and get stored).  And the point of biggest contention, OUT goes Mr. A’s comic book collection.

It feels GOOD to get rid of things.  It feels good to let go psychological weight that house full of STUFF creates.  It feels good to be moving forward without so much baggage.  And dust.  And clutter.

It feels good to know that the stuff we have is here because it is actually valuable to us.  The things we have that hold memories are now stored safely to protect them for the long haul.  The other junk, well, it has gone on to find a brighter future than our attic/basement/closets could ever provide.