Now's a good time to write. For one, I'm not in a very sociable mood, and that's always nice for writing.
For the most part, I enjoy being here. Maybe it's because I've been here for such a short time and I haven't seen all the scars yet. Sometimes, I get a little scared just thinking about how I would feel six months from now. I wouldn't want to be too jaded. By this time, I can say that I know the city enough to be able to describe it as more than just "a big Chinatown". And that's still not good enough.
There are also times when I wonder what I got myself into. I like the place. I like the people. Work's ok, usually. Being in a foreign country can be a little taxing though. At times, I feel so helpless and that can be very frustrating. I can't even order anything in a restaurant. I have to either have something written down to show the taxi driver where I'm going, or call a friend to have him/her talk to the driver. It's convenient but after a while, it can make one feel like a complete idiot.
And I don't enjoy feeling like an idiot. Nobody does, I suppose. But I just have to say that so I could put more emphasis on it. I don't think I could ever put enough.
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