I'm feeling like leaving.
I arrived to China in 2019. It was around 4:00 pm of a November 16th. What I remember the most was the playfulness of my mind during the last hours of my flight. My hands played with the buttons of the screen in front of my seat; sometimes this monitor will only show me white or gray clouds but from time to time I would be amazed by brown and green fields. My boss picked me up at the airport and I just remember to feel so safe once I heard someone calling my name. However, I felt the safest when meeting a friend who could speak my own language. I hugged her and thank God I could listen someone speaking Spanish after maybe 2 days of listening everyone speaking either in English or Chinese. Almost two years now. Funny thing, I love the way I live in China but I feel like packing now even though I must still wait 4 months now. I really feel like leaving now. I succeeded. I ticked all my to-do's from 2020. What did I gain? I have learnt to live alone and enjoy myself...