Long-term vs. short-term happiness
My adventure in China has come to an end. Nearly 6 weeks working in Qingdao and traveling in Shanghai and Beijing, it feels great to be back home. I consider Bangkok home as I’ve been here since 2015, and I worked very hard to build the foundations of my business, make friends and a professional network, find a spiritual community, and teach English. So why did I leave?
Well, I wanted to know if “the grass was greener on the other side” basically, the way people talk about how many opportunities are in China, I had to go and see for myself. What I learned was that there are many opportunities to do business, teach English, and travel. Living as a single female expat, I have a lot of flexibility with moving, so at this point in my life business, community, friends, and money are the top priorities. Yes, money is not in the top 3 because I’m quite happy now and investing for the long-term. I know people that do make a lot of money and live in “the top 5 cities in the world” and are completely miserable because they have no life outside of work, no time for friends, and no community. See where I’m going? I would not have what I have in Bangkok if I moved to China, except more money. You know that stupid quote “Do what you love, and the money will follow” I would rephrase it as:
“Have a job where you can build your dreams, don’t settle to make money in the short-term and by not investing in relationships and your community. Rather think of building wealth and happiness for the long-term, and you will have more than anything money could buy, which is happiness.”
Happiness varies from person to person and definitely changes over time. I remember when I was in the 6th grade sitting in my English class daydreaming what my life would be as an adult, I thought I would be driving a nice car rushing to work and dropping off my kids to school, married to an ambitious man, with a nice home in a lovely neighbourhood. Thats what happiness looked like to me. Well, that dream has changed over the years I no longer have a car (junked it when I moved to Israel), I’m not married (yet), don’t own a home (honestly home ownership is an American staple to adulthood, most people either rent, live with their parents, or have their parents help with a downpayment to buy a home), right now I’m working on my long-term happiness (no judgements for those that are living the “American Dream” good for you!). I like to reflect on this memory because my daydreams has gotten a lot more ambitious, and I’ve come very far as a small-town girl from Leominster, Massachusetts.
Reading and writing has been the foundation of my thirst for adventure!
Thanks to books and authors like Sidney Sheldon, James Patterson, Dan Brown, Jackie Collins, and a plethora of writers found in my home library (there were over 1,000 books in my home) my imagination for happiness and going adventures has transformed over the years. I read about whole-wide world outside my small town and it awakened a curiosity in me to explore (cautiously, after reading so many murder mysterious, every time I date someone I suspect they are a serial killer, spy, jealous lover, or normal haha). So when I when I wrote my story last week about my experience in Qingdao, I felt like I was writing a thrilling chapter in my life, and happy that I could overcome my unfortunate situation. You know, what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger! en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackie_Collins
Before I fell in love with reading I my first love was writing. Since I was able to write, I always kept a diary, now journal, because I wanted to record everything in my life. I also scrapbooked growing up to keep visual memories, like graduation, holidays, happy moments, in my life in a book. So, if we have met or had an interesting encounter over the last 20 years, you have a passage in my diary/journal (eventually turn into an autobiography one day).
Travel stories: Bullet train from Shanghai to Beijing
I took the bullet train from Shanghai to Beijing because I like to look out windows and daydream while traveling at high speed. I’ve read about the fast trains in Asia (especially in Japan, though when I was there I didn’t get to take the MagLev) I thought it was an opportunity to travel the fast train between China’s biggest cities. A four-hour train ride, eating black grapes, and looking at the landscape I saw how heavily invested China is in it’s ambitions to industrialise itself. I saw new shiny buildings over-shadowing crumbling little homes, I saw how bridges and roads being built, and I casually looked at my phone to stay up to date about Xi Jinping “One Road, One Belt” project. To some, China’s ambitious may be a threat, but I think differently (I won’t get too political or digress). Overall, my ride was pleasant, and my hostel was in the centre of Beijing. Most importantly, I arrived when there was no smog and with one thing on my mind: to hike the Great Wall of China!
Hostel bar: Two Ukrainians and a Russian meets an American girl
It was cold and raining on my first full day in Beijing. I only left my hostel early in the morning only to buy some fruit, and spent most of my day working on my laptop. I’ve grown accustomed to staying in hostels, because they are cheap, it’s easy to meet different people from around the world, and for the reliable wifi. I’ve stayed in hostels in Germany, Israel, Hong Kong, Thailand, Vietnam, and Cambodia, all great but in China good wifi and washing machine are essential. That day, I was in no mood to socialise (because of the weather), but that didn’t stop a friendly onlooker from approaching me and asking me to join his two friends for a beer. I acutely remember working on designing a “hair beauty box” when, let’s call him, Nikita, approached me with a big smile on his face, he nervously introduced himself as a Brit living in Beijing and asked me typical questions like, where I’m from, what am I doing, how long I’m in China, etc. I looked with a friendly surprise on my face (thinking he is not British as he has a slight Eastern European accent, but he is quite cute), and politely invited him to sit down. I’ve been working all day and wanted a break, so I put away my laptop and as we chatted I peaked over at his friends who were across the room smiling and snickering like little school girls.
I eventually joined him and his 2 friends, let’s call them Petrov, who was Russian, and Ivan, who was Ukrainian, I politely asked them “Is it typically of your friend to talk to a girl about marriage when he first meets her?” They laugh, and said yes, as Nikita is in his 30s and oldest of his friends, he really wants to meet a nice girl to marry. I looked at Nikita straight in the eye and said, Lucky that you are in China, so many options, and given that you are in your 30s you better hurry up and get married!” We all laughed, but he explained he was not into Chinese girls (dude why are you in China?? Though he could date foreign women), he laughed it off and said “That is why I approached you!” We all laughed again and I was curious to learn more about this peculiar group. Petrov, was from St. Petersburg, and is working as a musician (I got to see pictures and a video of him playing), but educated as a lawyer back home. And Ivan, who is Ukrainian, on surface looks like an Abercrombie model, was working as an actor in Chinese movies (also got to see pictures), was educated as an English language translator and done a bit of boxing back in Kiev. Now Nikita, who had a mixed English and Ukrainian accent, was living and working in London for a few years before abruptly leaving a few months ago (I wont’ get into details but the government asked him to leave), and explained he was ready to get married, have children, and was looking for the right girl. Temporarily in Beijing, he working as an English teacher, despite being trained in finance/insurance, he lightly explained he made enough money from London, so he was just working to live on his income rather than savings.
Since leaving the US I’ve learned the rules of adulthood to own a home, get married, and have children, then retired to see the world, is VERY American. Not that it’s a bad thing. Also, people are quite blunt and honest about what they want and what they think. I do believe we Americans are very sensitive and superficial (to certain degree). People outside are not afraid to tell you what they think politically and are quite well-travelled (the ones I’ve encountered). So drinking Tsingtao beer (I went to the factory/museum!) with Nikita, Petrov, and Ivan I didn’t get any feeling that they were being dishonest, rather they are living in Beijing where they can build their dreams, like thousands of expats who flock to China.
The night didn’t end late, as I had to wake up early for my tour/hike to the Great Wall of China. So, Nikita and I went for a walk around my hostel and he invited me to travel to Ukraine with him later in the week, in which, I politely declined as I was going to travel to Bangkok. We added each other on WeChat and agreed we will meet again one day.
Traveling up the great wall with an Englishman, a New Zealander, and a Mexican
Tuesday was a beautiful, sunny, and smog-free day. I booked my tour to the Great Wall or Mutianyu, at 6:30AM. I’ve haven’t done any serious hiking since I left Israel, where I lived next to a national park, but I had my hiking boots, pants, backpack full of water, and sun hat, so I was ready! Now, on the way, I slept. After 3 hours we finally reached the entrance to The Great Wall of China. I didn’t stick with the group because they were taking the cable car up to one of the towers. And I wasn’t the only one who wanted to hike, so I was joined by a Kiwi (New Zealander) and an Englishman, to walk up about 2Km of stairs. I was completely out of shape, and huffed and puffed my way up the stairs, and reached the top after 1 hour. My Englishman and Kiwi comrades were way ahead and I figured we’d meet each other on our way back down.
When I eventually made it to the top, to be honest I thought the walls would be taller. The scenery was beautiful (I really need to invest in a good camera), but the wall just continued for miles along the green mountainous region, I get why it’s so great, but after 3 hours of walking I saw enough. I eventually made it to tower 22 (tower 24 is the end which leads to the original wall) and encountered my English and Kiwi comrades on their way back from tower 24. Happy to see them, we took pictures and walked back to get lunch. On our walk back, I learned a bit about their stories. The Englishman, is a journalist for the Guardian, we talked about the current political situation with Theresa May and Donald Trump, gave each other travel tips (I should go see the gorillas in Rwanda) and the Kiwi, shared his travel stories of hiking in Peru, the great mountains of New Zealand, and his upcoming trans-siberian trip to St. Petersburg. I shared my adventures as well, but felt a slightly dissatisfied as it’s always men that I encounter who have awesome travel stories :/ Women we need to get out there and see the world!
Finally we had lunch, and at our table there was a Persian couple, an American couple from Hawaii, two Italians, and my comrades. We had some interesting conversations about politics. It was time to go, and on the bus I began talking with my seat mate who was from Mexico. Now, I understand that Mexico has stereotypical image in the media as poor, politically corrupt, “full of rapists,” and desperate immigrants.
When I meet new people, I’m genuinely curious about their country and what it’s actually like to live their. So, my seat mate, let’s call him Pablo, is a civil engineer, from the capital, solidly middle class, loves his country and enjoys traveling. He explained to me what Mexico is really like. First, just like any country there are places that are dangerous, it’s beautiful, rich in history, and unfortunately is politically corrupt (what country isn’t to a certain extent?). Also the rich don’t care about the poor and steal money, while the poor are too afraid to leave or dream better life for themselves (there is a culture and mentality of poverty, though it doesn’t directly cause poverty). I was curious what he meant about the poor not dreaming for a better life. He explained that in Mexico, to “make it” you have to go to a private school, and from there you meet the right people so you can get a job. Ok, but in his case, he went to a public school, his parents didn’t have much money, but he studied engineering and a professor introduced him to someone that gave him a job (since then he never had to go for a job interview). For the poor, they are too afraid to challenge the rich and are afraid to move out their comfort zone. I can understand that, despite the systems that do keep people in poverty, some people who do have the opportunity to leave are afraid (would go more into it, but that’s a different subject). After an hour long discussion, I had a new perspective of Mexico and a new friend that I hope to visit one day!
My french is okay! My encounter with Québécois hostel roommates
When people ask me how many languages I speak I say English and French, though I do understand a bit of Hebrew and Thai. But, my French over the years has deteriorated, or so I thought. In 2013, I studied in an intensive French program at the université laval in Quebec, Canada. Traveling I’ve come across many French speakers, like in Shanghai the synagogue I went to was mostly French, and I could follow about 80% of the conversation. But, when I settled in my hostel I saw these Canada slippers and heard my new flatmates speaking a French I understood 100%. How? I guess my program did a great job.
They were 3 quebecqoise archaeology students from Montréal traveling and we had a polite conversation, they spoke to me in French, which I understood perfectly, and I responded back in English (I’m quite shy to speak in French). This was one of the highlights of my trip, my French is okay, as long as it’s Qubecqoise French!
What’s next: moving back to Bangkok, getting back to business, Tech events
Ok, so now that I’m back in Bangkok, I have to find work, and I am happy that I have 2 job interviews at international Kindergartens next week, I have a few orders for fresh homemade hair products, and I am preparing for Healthy Hair Asia to participate in TechSauce Global Summit 2017 this upcoming July
Glad to be bak !,
Thank you for reading!
Check out pictures from my pictures hiking the Great Wall of China
Okay, so I’ve been MIA for 2 weeks, and there is a good reason. So what's happening?
I’m no longer in Qingdao
I woke up to screams at 4AM one morning. It was week 3 into my Au Pair job and every things was perfect until that morning. I didn’t know what to think. Was the nanny/maid being abused? Did something go horribly wrong with my young student in the middle of the night? I didn’t know, but being a guest in someone’s home, people can keep up with appearances for so long. Before I go any further, I just want to note that my host family has been very good to me, they paid for all my meals, encouraged me to explore and rest during the day, and they were so impressed with my teaching that they even offered to pay for my yoga classes. I’m thankful for their hospitality and sharing their home with me.
Well, that morning I didn’t go back to sleep and I didn’t know what to think, so I got ready and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Downstairs on the couch, I saw my host mother and student, perfectly happy and laughing like everything was fine, I talked with the nanny/maid, who is my age and from the Philippines, she didn’t look distress, and I thought ok, maybe someone just had a bad nightmare. But, for the rest of the day, I carefully observed everyone to see hints of distress, abuse, or signs of trouble, and I found nothing.
Things become weird: text messages, my safety, making plans to leave
The following week, I received a text message from my host mother asking “Do you feel safe in China?” Now we have had some interesting conversations about different levels of Taoism and Chinese philosophy. But around week 3, my host mother was not getting enough sleep because she expressed she was “thinking.” I was worried, why would she ask me such a question? And why was she not getting enough sleep?? It’s okay to think and read all night, but sleep deprivation can cause the mind to be irrational. I talked with the nanny/maid and asked her what was her thoughts, given that she has been with the family for 2 years, she said she had no idea. And then, into my 4th week my host mother’s mother started coming to the house to help out. I met her before over dinner once, but now she was coming everyday to watch her grandson in the mornings, in-between my teaching hours, and stayed until dinner time. And my host mother’s sister also came as well on the weekends, I thought, okay, maybe she needs extra help and I’m happy that her mother and sister were there to help.
Things became a lot more clear in my last 3 days. The text messages I received from her became really irrational: talking about Donald Trump and how happy she was about the election, my safety in China, wanting to meet me secretly without her family’s knowledge to talk about freedom (We never really talked about politics, I know what China does to spies and people spreading ideas that aren’t consistent, so, are conversations were light). On Friday, May 12 after not seeing my host mother for about 1 day (I usually see her in the morning) she returned home, with friends, yelling and screaming (I don’t know what about, but I assumed it was me) and stopped, to politely ask me to return to my room. I started to pack my stuff, I’m not dealing with this, whatever “this is” and throughout the night I lightly slept hearing yelling until the early hours of the morning. Most of the night, I was thinking, what am I going to do? Where will I go? And most importantly, I need to get paid, I don’t care how crazy it gets, I need to get paid. So, 6AM Saturday morning, May 13, I woke up to more screams and heard stuff being moved and thrown around near my door. I didn’t panic, I got out of bed and continued to pack the rest of my things, took a shower, and remained calm and prepare for what was outside my door.
Sings of mental health problems
I slowly open my door, and saw a pile of books, baby toys and clothes before I saw the nanny/maid. I whispered: “What is going on???” She said, she has no idea and just doing what Ma’m asked of her. Also, she told me that she didn’t tell the family how I lost the turtle the other day, and I should go to the mall to buy a new one before they noticed. I agreed, and slowly made my way downstairs, exactly hearing my host mother ask: Where’s the turtle??” The nanny/maid stutters and right on time I explained that I let it outside and she suggested we all should go find it. I semi-panic because usually when I let the turtle outside it doesn’t go too far, but yesterday this little creature just simply disappeared! Looking at the physical condition of my host mother, I could tell she had not slept and suffers from mental health problems. How had I miss this?? By some miracle, my host father found the turtle and I looked at the nanny/maid with relief as she mouthed to me “where did he find the turtle????”
After this awkward family event, I quickly got a bowl of cereal and thought I will go to Shanghai to figure things out. In my thoughts, I was interrupted by my host mother, who had a crazy smile on her face and started asking me about the text messages she sent me (of course I didn’t reply) and asked to see my phone (the family gave me an iPhone) to double check. I agreed, and relieved that I didn’t text anything to the nanny/maid!” Then she inquired about my safety in China (again) and there was no way of ignoring this question any longer, so I politely said, yes I feel safe, and kept the rest of my answers short and sweet. She tried to inquire further and, her husband came by, explaining in his best English, to excuse his wife, she is a bit drunk (I knew what he meant). I gave him a sympathetic look and my host mother quickly states that she is not drunk, she doesn’t drink, and asks me with a challenging look what does drunk mean? I look at the husband, I look at her, and didn’t say a thing (honestly what can I say?) and he walks away. Even worse he put on his shoes, took 2 coca colas, a pack of cigarettes, and left the house. And, my host mother went back to the TV like nothing happened. I quickly finished my breakfast and got my stuff to leave.
Sunday, May 14: Mother's Day and last day
Sunday, May 14, Mother’s Day I wake up to more screams. I no longer have to guess who it is, but my bags were packed, and there is only one thing on my mind. Get paid, and go to Shanghai to find work. I took all my stuff, looked back at my clean and empty room, and closed the door to what started as a great adventure that had an unfortunate ending. I slowly walked downstairs with my stuff, and saw my host mother sitting on the floor, looking out into the backyard, and mumbling to herself. I feel sorry for her and hope that she will get help. I looked for the nanny/maid and asked her what was going on? She had no idea and said that I should talk to “Sir” if I want to get paid. So I go back upstairs, knocked on the bedroom hoping to an explanation, and leave with my salary. I had to knock about 5 times before he came to the door, and in my most simple English I explained I need to get paid and I will go. He goes to put his shirt on, and we both go downstairs. He goes to attend his wife who at this point cannot communicate and asks me to write down how much is my salary. I write down a number and he sends the nanny/maid to the car to get the cash.
Last day: getting outta here!
Now, what I never understood about my host family was that no one was working, they explained they owned a business and had to shut things down because it wasn’t doing well. So for the last 4 weeks my host father stayed home all day, my host mother also stayed home all day, and they lived in an upper-middle class suburb, beautiful condo with the latest appliances, and backyard (very rare). The American Dream! So, when the nanny/maid came back with a bag full of cash, there had to be about 50,000RMB, I tried to keep a straight-face (for those that know me, I have a lot facial expressions) I calmly watched my host dad count my salary and apologised to me about what was happening. I told him, I’m sorry and took my salary and left.
New Adventure: Shanghai, job interviews, business, Orthodox Jewish Community
My time in Qingdao was wonderful and unfortunate experience that I don’t regret. I learned enough to be familiar with the basics of Mandarin, Chinese idiosyncrasies, and how much I value my freedom, so when things go sour I will remain calm, have a plan, money, and resources to move (or escape).
That Sunday I went to my favourite cafe, booked a flight, found a hostel, and reconnected with my Shanghai contacts on WeChat to prepare for the possibility of moving to Shanghai. Initially I was planning to go to Shanghai in August to find work but I guess sooner is better than later! I gave myself 1 week to get my own Chinese number, wire money to my US account (I don’t like traveling with a lot of cash), line up job interviews on Skype and in person, meet with my contacts, attend professional and social meet up events, see co-working spaces and the startup scene, attend some aerobic classes, envision how I would operate Healthy Hair Asia, and see how I would fit in with the Jewish community in Shanghai. All very important factors if I will move to a new country.
My week in Shanghai
Within 1 week (quite exhausting), I accomplished all my goals. I received 2 job offers, one at a language centre in Shanghai that I visited, and 1 in Shenzhen public school. I also went to 2 meet up events and met some interesting people, I went to a yoga class at a co-working space, a very beautiful space not too far from the centre of Shanghai. I even had time to walk along the Bund and take a few pictures. I did a lot of walking on Nanjing Rd and finally got accustomed to the subway and my neighbourhood.I met up with a friend that I met in Hong Kong in 2015 after I left Israel, and I went to the main ICBC branch to wire money, something I thought would be difficult, but was quite easy. And most importantly, I found a local Chabad within 15 minutes walking distance from my hostel so I spent Shabbat, Friday evening and Saturday morning, with the local Jewish community.
Shanghai is a great city, it fulfilled almost everything on my checklist, except I don’t want to start all over again. And, it’s a mature market, to operate Healthy Hair Asia it would be too expensive and take too much time to learn how to sell on WeChat, let alone deliver products all around the city! Perhaps, in the future when Healthy Hair Asia has a team and more established SE Asia (the wind of opportunity is there), I will return back to the city.
What’s next: traveling in Beijing and back to BKK
After a week in Shanghai I decided I wanted to travel to Beijing. So I took the bullet train, 4 hour ride, to spend a few days in Beijing. Now, I don’t have exact plans for Beijing, I’ll definitely hike the Great Wall and go to some museums, before I make my way back to Bangkok.
I would love to go back to teaching English in Bangkok, but the pay for English teachers is low and I don’t think I will be so lucky to find a job that will provide housing (like my last job), so for now I’m just a nomad. Returning to Bangkok, I look forward to seeing old friends, reconnecting with my Jewish community (I’ll be attending my first Jewish wedding!), and back to doing what I do best, making hair products!
Washing my hair
Hello Kitty shower cap, pink head towel, aloe vera and green tea in my hair, together makes my hair feel amazing. I’m writing this blog post as my lovely locs are tucked away and I wait 45 minutes for the aloe vera & green to work its magic. But, 2 hours ago, I was in my kitchen meticulously making this hair product, amongst my host family whose curiously looked as I was cutting and blending my aloe vera leaves. Though I have done this millions of times, it felt like a bitch to make.
Making products take time!
First, you need the aloe vera leaves, big ones (not the little ones you grow in your garden), then you need green tea (not just any), olive oil, coconut oil, and some essential oils like lavender, tea tree oil, lemongrass (a bit pricey but necessary), a good blender, and strainer. When I left Bangkok, I made sure I brought along all the essential ingredients and hoped I would be able to buy aloe vera leaves in China. To make products, it takes me about 30minutes to 1 hour (depending on the product) to make, but this time since I was in a new kitchen, had a few distractions it took me over 1 hour. Going back 7 days, I asked my host mother to order some aloe vera leaves for me and she stated it would take 3-4 days to be delivered. And yesterday, I was so excited as I unwrapped my 5 year old aloe vera leaves that were neatly wrapped in newspaper and packaged in a prism shaped box. Back in Bangkok, I had “a guy” at Chatuchak market who I would order my aloe vera leaves from via LINE, had a motorbike deliver them to me on Wednesdays (don’t ask why) and once I got my aloe vera leaves, I had to chop and freeze them so they could remain fresh (at one point I had more hair products in my refrigerator than I had food!). In summary, it takes time, patience, and the right recipe to make fresh hair products, and for my case it took over exactly a week to get everything I needed to do my hair.
Time is my biggest asset
Now, if you asked me what is the biggest asset for Healthy Hair Asia I would say it’s time. I have time to make products, I have time to brainstorm, I have time to network and travel, I have time to experiment and make new products, I have time to explore, and I have time to “fail fast” so I can build Healthy Hair Asia beyond my kitchen. This entrepreneurial path I chose to teach English abroad because it offers the most flexibility and benefits: weekends, holidays, free housing, and steady pay check so I have enough time. If I was in politics (what I studied in university) I would not have so much time, or chose a different career that would enabled me more money, I would not have the time to build Healthy Hair Asia.
People can literally make their own fresh hair products
I’ve asked myself: “Why make fresh hair products? People can literally go on YouTube and learn how to make these products themselves!” In fact, most of the ingredients can be found at your local grocery store. Initially, when I began making products I told my customers they can learn how to make their own hair masks, gels, and shampoos. But, many said they don’t have time, the ingredients, nor the patience to make the products. For example, one customer, a mommy with a toddler, asked me if I had any natural hair gels. I did, however I didn’t master how to make the flaxseed natural gel, and sent her a YouTube video. She immediately told me: I don’t have any of those ingredients nor the time to make it, I’ll wait for your flaxseed gel.” And, lo and behold, a few months later I finally mastered how to make the gel, and personally delivered it to her, I’ve never seen such a smile on someone face :) And at that moment, I realised, despite the plethora of information and DIY YouTube videos, most people honestly would prefer to buy products then make it themselves.
Why I love to make hair products?
If you’re not familiar with my entrepreneurial or hair journey, it started back in university when I decided to stop chemically treating my hair. I sadly didn’t know how to properly maintain my hair or what products worked best for my hair. However, I did know the right time to learn was in university, where I could experiment and learn the basics of natural hair care. I’ve learned so much on YouTube, experimenting with my own hair, doing my friends hair, and making hair products from my dorm room to earn a little income. I’m no expert on all things natural and organic hair care, but what I could tell you is my experience and online Natural Hair Community has provided me the skills and confidence to start this business. I know exactly how my customer feel when they discreetly ask for products to stop their hair from excessively shedding/falling, I know how my customer feel when they say their scalp is oily and/or dry and need help, I know how my customers feel when they urgently call/message me to get products so they can look beautiful (hair emergencies are real!). Essentially, I know how my customers feel because I’ve been in their shoes, better yet, looked in the mirror and said:” My hair is a mess and I don’t know what to do.” I love to make hair products because I had a community to help me achieve healthy and beautiful hair, and I want to use what I’ve learned to help other people achieve the same.
Healthy Hair Asia
Again, I would like to thank everyone for reading my blog and following my entrepreneurial journey. It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve moved to China, so far I really like it. I now have a bicycle pass so I could ride around the city, I have become better equipped with getting around, and my Chinese language is slowly sinking in.
Stay tuned for next week, and check out my pics below :)