I’ve returned from a rather long, month-long trip to China.

It was a rather unusual experience, punctuated with a lot of interaction with the locals because I could speak mandarin. There are several pros to being able to interact with locals, one being a realization that as an industrializing nation, China very much suffers several of the same drawbacks that a third world nation has. This includes the rather abysmal transportation and power shortages resulting from a mild snow storm in the weeks before the Chinese New Year, observing how lovingly the locals like to fleece tourists, and how bad the western tourists have it because they lack what economists call “information” in order to make a good trade.

Language is a fascinating thing, with cultural meaning and other aspects attached to its use. It is interesting to see how people there view the government, the news, and discuss items of interest to us Americans such as 9/11. The language usage also differs between mainland China and Taiwan, and to see the difference was rather marvelous.

I will be resuming my posts momentarily. Lately I’ve been in contact with several people who need my services, and it has been hectic getting things going. Taxes are due, financial statements must be filled, clients must be reached, tasks must be completed and necessary items must be purchased.

I am not the only person from my graduating class who has decided to start his own practice right out of law school; Kristen Bryant has opened up an estate planning office and we have been discussing some of the joys and nuances of solo practice. What it takes to start an office, the documents involved, library of paperwork, and fees.

Oh, fees. To make money….

I recently bought a safe to lock important items in, and a shredder to eliminate confidential paperwork. I also had to go buy myself an all-in-one machine, which should be arriving tomorrow since I could not fit it into my car. I’ll review it, I suppose, once I manage to get it up and running.

There is a stack of paperwork sitting on my desk, begging to be read. In due time, I say.