The heat
also isn’t helping. It feels like all I’ve done is sweat in this country. I’m
regretting only packing one pair of shorts. I never wear them back home but
this heat and humidity is just relentless. And only being able to drink bottled
or boiled water is tough when I don’t have a kettle or fridge. I’m just happy
bottled water is really cheap.
I just need
to get situated, I hope. Once I’m in Beijing, know my job, and have a place to
live I can start figuring out my ass from my elbow. I didn’t pack to live out of
a suitcase and get shuffled around the country.
China is a
bit vulgar by Western standards. There are lots of people spitting and sneezing
openly in the street. I saw a grown man peeing into a bush on a crowded street
at like, three in the afternoon. No one says “excuse me.” Cars and bikes just
seem to come from every direction and don’t look for pedestrians or other cars.
It’s just a constant battle for survival.
When I went
to Sweden I fell in love instantly. The architecture was brilliant. The people
were calm and very polite. The whole atmosphere was very quaint, proud, and
becoming. China is going to have to grow on me.
I think it
will. I don’t want to sound like this is whining or that I’m afraid I made a
mistake. I’m not thinking that. It’s just been one of the craziest weeks of my
life. I have no clue what’s going on most of the time and that’s more difficult
for me than I realized. I have a lot to learn and I’m looking at China as
something of a challenge to overcome.
Challenge accepted.
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