Tuesday, 24 September 2019

Six(ish) Months in China



...have I mentioned I live in China?




Well, it's been a while hasn't it? 


I have a love/hate relationship with Beijing. Some days I want to live out the rest of my days here, other days I want to burn my apartment to the ground. You know how it is. 




Being a foreigner in China is hard fucking work a lot of the time. Don't get me wrong, I really like it here, but sometimes I'm completely fucking done with this place. I know that probably seems weird to say, and I get it. It sounds incredibly patronising and dramatic, but genuinely, if you haven't lived here before it can be difficult to understand. 




If you aren't completely secure in your appearance, it will seem like people hone in on it and that's all they talk about in front of you. For the most part, it's nothing to do with you. That's just the way people are here. I've gotten used to the staring for the most part and don't tend to notice it unless I'm with other people, but there are definitely times where it makes me so uncomfortable that I'd love to just melt into a little puddle.





One thing I've found about being here is that I've become surprisingly immersed in the culture, which I guess isn't actually so surprising when you live in a country with limited outside influence. I find myself easily convinced by Chinese friends how great the government is compared to literally anywhere else. I'm also thoroughly impressed with the speed at which any kind of work is completed. I've been stuck in traffic whilst a road was being repaved at 2am, only to go down the same patch of repaired road the next day at 9am. Honestly, China does blow my mind at times. I've ordered stuff from Taobao at 11pm, and it's been delivered at 9am the next day. I'm gonna miss that shit when I leave.





As much as I moan, I actually really fucking love it here. I've seen a part of the World I didn't think I ever would, met some pretty incredible people, hiked The Great Wall, prayed at the Lama Temple, gotten my nipple pierced (ayyyyy - sorry Mum and Dad), and I've even managed to get myself to Australia for a little bit. 



Moving here was hands down the best decision I've ever made for myself, even if it hasn't always felt like it.



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