A Matter of Perspective
In a seeming blink of an eye, our three-week China vacation is rapidly nearing its conclusion. Tomorrow will be our last day in my hometown, Guangzhou, after which we will spend two days in Hong Kong before heading home in America. For the first 13 days of our trip, we saw the must-see sights in China as we traveled from one tourist hot spot to the next with our tour group, but in many ways, it wasn’t until after we landed in Guangzhou on December 31 that we really saw how the people of China live.
We’ve spent a lot of time the last five days visiting my extensive network of relatives. During these visits, we saw neither the glamorous neons nor the awe-inspiring historic landmarks, but were treated to an eye-opening experience all the same. We saw how the average Chinese family lives. In general, they live in small quarters. All of the homes we visited are not much bigger than the living and dining rooms of the average American house. Every square inch is maximized in functionality. Tiny bathrooms doubled as shower stalls, balconies are turned into kitchens, and kitchens converted into extra bedrooms. A coffee table can be pulled from one corner of a small living room to another to serve as the dining table. Bathrooms are not one square millimeter bigger than they need to be in order to serve their purpose. There are no garages, basements, attics, or crawlspaces to store useless junk. In fact, there doesn’t seem to be much, if any, useless junk lying around these homes.
We have an amazing view of the Pearl River from our hotel room. As I sit in front of the window gazing at the silhouettes of countless residential highrises in the background of the river’s brightly lit bank, I can’t help but think about the way the families that occupy each of the tiny, innumerable flickers of light in those buildings live. Then I think about the way we live in America, and I can’t help but feel a bit ashamed about my plans to move out of my “small” single-family home of 1,100 square feet in a couple years and into a bigger house more suitable for raising a family. In China — which contains a quarter of the world’s population — that’s enough space for at least two families. In America, that feels like barely enough space for a family of two. It also makes me want to clean out some of the useless junk sitting around in my garage when I get home.
Read the series: China: A Journey of 108,000 Li
- China: A Journey of 108,000 Li
- I’m Going to China!!
- The Wait Is the Hardest Part
- When a Layover Becomes a Stayover
- I Have Stared Death in the Face, and It’s Called Beijing Traffic
- “You’re Not a Hero Until You’ve Been to the Great Wall”
- Beijing: General Impressions
- History Enveloped in a Smoke of Haze
- Almost Like Home
- Sweet Water, Bizzare Rocks
- More on Driving in China
- Water Water Everywhere, So Let’s All Take a Stroll
- From Looking at Skycrapers to Looking at Mountains and Rivers
- A Cruise And a Show to Remember
- Mountains, Caves, Rivers, Lights
- A Boisterous Reunion
- A Matter of Perspective
- Is the Trip Really Almost Over?
- Back Home Again
- China Impressions: A Day of Art
- China Impressions: Planes, Trains, and Automobiles
- Pictures from China
- Fried the Healthy Pastoral: Dining in China
- China Impressions: Economy
- China Impressions: The Elderly
- Help Me Pick My Entry for Travel Photo Contest
- Occidentalism; or, Of Congee and Christmas Carols
- China Impressions: Funny Signs
- Travel Tips: China


It’s stunning to ride around some of these neighborhoods in the states and see garages packed full of just stuff. I mean completely full. I think peoples homes would look the same way if it was socially acceptable. At some point, it just stops becoming having things for a purpose and it starts becoming hoarding. It’s just an American mindset, I think.