It’s amazing how easy you can adjust to a new life if you’re simply happy.
When I came to China, there were several months (let’s be broad and say about a year) where I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t sure whether coming here was the right choice. There was nobody to fall back on. Work was crap, with crappy colleagues and crappy conditions.
Then I moved to Hangzhou, met Bella, moved to Xi’an, got a good apartment, nice job. Now life is good and things are fun to do and I actually enjoy all the quirky little things in my day that I wouldn’t be able to do in Holland.
All of which is a long-winded way to say that when I have days off, I have a habit of going out for breakfast to a little place in our building park. They make a kind of tofu-pudding which, together with deep-fried bread that they make themselves, is a pretty good start of the day. The walk to and from the place certainly helps; it’s a chance to hop out the door after getting up out of bed and getting a bit of fresh air.
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