First Impressions

I'm in China.
Honestly, it's a bit surreal. I feel like I'm having a weird lucid dream a lot of the time. I haven't felt too bad yet, which makes me nervous. Like I'm on the precipice of some kind of mental breakdown... but hopefully this feeling will last a while.
For this first post, I decided to do a quick list of first impressions. Categorized by the five senses. Since categorizing is fun:)

Sight
Everything is in Chinese. Duh.
It seems obvious, but it's a little unnerving to realize you can't read anything around you. I don't know what a shop sells unless I peer inside. I don't know what the ingredient or warning labels are trying to say. I don't know what that official-looking notice says. It can be scary.
Apartment buildings are everywhere. Instead of people commuting in from a suburb or more rural areas, most people live right above their daily life in a tall apartment building. All the buildings are miles high, and there's dozens of different "developments", I want to call them? with five or so of the same type of building, all sitting atop a row of storefronts or an entire mall as the ground level.

Sound
Horns are honking. I was expecting this, but people sometimes honk for no discernable reason. Maybe to let you know they're driving? Thanks, I guess...
You'll also hear the squealing of brakes. Everyone drives like a 15 year old on the driving range, just slamming on them when needed, not a minute sooner. 
Bike bells are ringing. There's the clicking of gears, and the thud of wheels against concrete. People are speaking in Chinese. They often speak loudly, to a decibel I might call yelling.
If you're lucky, you might hear an old man behind you wind up to spit out a lugey.

Smell
China definitely has a smell. My apartment building has a very distinct scent that I can only describe as "China".
There isn't as much smoking as I thought there may be, but still quite a bit. Chinese cigarettes are different. They have a slightly sweet aroma, and I admit, I quite enjoy the smell of them.
The fruit vendors all put out a rotten, sickeningly-sweet odor in late afternoon that can be pretty overpowering.

Touch
I'm sweating. All. The. Time.
I was worried about the humidity before, and it seems I was right to be wary. Just stepping outside gets a sweat going. I still go running in the mornings and my skin is literally a river of water by the time I get done. All through the day, you feel sticky, and wet, and disgusting.
There's no escaping it, but on the bright side, my limbs are guaranteed to have blood flowing through them for more than 4 months out of the year, and I'm looking forward to not feeling bone-chillingly cold all winter.

Taste
Green onions are in almost everything. Mom would hate it.
The school I work at provides meals. They actually have two lines in the canteen. One for Chinese teachers, the other for foreign teachers. I usually try some from each:)
One of the great joys in life is trying new foods, and China is fulfilling all my needs. I can't wait to try more.