I'm not even sure if "sinofied" is a real word. But to me, the meaning is "to become Chinese". I feel like in many ways I have become "sinofied".
One of the things I first noticed after coming back to China is how normal everything seems to me. I went to a grocery store, and things I would have never bought before looked good to me now. It so easy to sink back in to every day life here.
I look forward to eating the food. I happened to mention at church that I haven't really been cooking during this visit. The woman at church said incredulously, "What do you eat?!" I was kind of dumbfounded, and plainly answered, "Chinese food....". I love Chinese food, and I can't imagine not liking it. I was talking to a friend who has been to China several times. Her husband led a touring group from BYU. Another friend asked us both, "Is Chinese food good?" She and I answered at the same time. I answered "Yes!" and she answered,"No!" I told her that one reason she probably didn't like it was that she spent a lot of time at resorts. My experience with resorts is that their food isn't very good. I told her that if she went to a regular restaurant, she would like the food. But later she did say to me, "Me and China don't mix."
I have to admit that I didn't always feel about China the way I do now. As a new missionary, there were many things I wasn't used to. Back in those days, cilantro wasn't really a part of the American diet. When I first ate it in Taiwan, I didn't like it. But through the years I have developed a love for it. There are many other things about the culture that although I wouldn't choose to live them, I understand them and can accept them.
Although I might understand the culture, there are still things that I haven't really incorporated in to my psyche. Let me give you an example. The other night we went out with some friends to a part of "Old Su Zhou". My husband, and the other man had a conference call they needed to attend by phone, so they went to a nearby McDonald's to find a quiet place to have their conference. Me and the other co-worker, a woman, walked around the square window shopping. While we walked, I mentioned to her that I hadn't been able to find any greeting cards in SuZhou. I wanted to send some thank you notes to some people back in the States. Today she is flying back to her home in Singapore. This morning my husband remembered she had given him a small package for me. It was a sack with some Chinese greeting cards in it! The Chinese are so good at doing this. I know they do it, but I have never really made it part of my thinking, so it didn't even occur to me to buy a present for her.
I guess you can take the American out of America, but you can't take America out of the American. But I do think that China is sinking it's way in a drop at a time. I do think I"m slowly becoming "sinofied".