I don't speak the language. Many things are different and unfamiliar.
I live in an apartment that somebody else furnished, and my own things here could easily be fit into two bags.
So why do I feel so comfortable?
I'm sure there are probably volumes of psychology to be written about it, but it all gets back down to the fact that this is what I do. I have spent most of my life teaching English in other countries. It's just ... what I do.
I feel far, far more comfortable walking around in the streets of Beijing than I did in the small town in America I was living in last year.
So how is everything?
The apartment provided is nice enough, roomy, bright, and well-furnished. The area around me is mostly a work in progress, but there are shops and a decent restaurant.
I live outside of Beijing, but it's easy enough to get to the center with frequent buses. Beijing seems a bit nicer than I imagined, although I am aware the brutal winter will soon be upon us.
The job?
So far no problems. Classes have been okay. As at a lot of international high schools in China though, there are a lot of annoying extra activities that involve sitting or standing around more than one would like.
But I'm teaching some fucking English, baby.
That's what I do.
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What about the chink smell and taste? It's everywhere like a fucking plague here. Though I respect and even like the chinks, I can't wait to get back to my people and more importantly food without the chink smell and taste on it.
Funnily enough I also enjoy walking around here more than in small town America if it just weren't for the Chink smell. Nauseating.
I haven't really noticed it but I have had pretty bad sinus problems ever since I arrived.
Chinks are indeed nasty people. I used to be one but ever since moving to Vancouver I hate them more and more. My current plan is to meet an autistic white bitch and ejaculate all over her.
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