Zhangzhou: The Day In Which I Change Forever

*This post comes with a warning. Those with a sensitive disposition, or any of my family members, please make sure you are sitting down comfortably.*

For those of you that know me, I can be pretty stubborn. Whether it’s an argument with Dunc, fiercely defending my choice of football team or deciding to do something, generally I try and get my way, (Dunc tends to win the arguments, but only because I end up not being bothered any more, it’s more about the arguing than the winning, because that’s sibling love/rivalry for you).

When I got the news last year that I wasn’t going to get the job I wanted, I was definitely stubborn, knowing that the job market would not beat me. I would find something to do and that I would enjoy doing at the same time. There were doubters but I hope now, looking at me a year on ¬†after I made that decision, you can see that I’m doing fine thank you very much.

Anyway, one choice I made a few years ago would affect me for the rest of my life, although the consequences didn’t actually come into force until today. I’m very happy with the decision I made, because it means something to me. Some of you may think that what I’ve decided to do is stupid and I’ll let you think that, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but you will not make me regret my decision at all.

I came to China just over 9 months ago. I didn’t realise that the Chinese New Year we’d be experiencing would end up being my year, the year of the dragon. Whatever higher power you do or don’t believe in, call it God, or Fate or whatever, I believe it was totally the right time for me to come to this fascinating country. As I said, I’d decided this a while back, but was not sure exactly what I wanted. I was in no rush, and I wanted to find something perfect. Here, in China, I found it. It’s “dragon,” it’s my symbol and the fact that I know it’s the correct symbol as I have learned it myself only feels more satisfactory.

Some of you may have guessed what I’ve done by now, some of you I’ve told too. This is going to remind me of my time in China for the rest of my life, and it’s nestled just under a massive scar I got whilst teaching in Italy in 2010. I’m not planning on anymore yet, as for someone who’s scared of needles, I think I’ve done pretty well thus far.

Chinese tattoo

Yes that’s right. I got a tattoo. It’s on the inside of my left ankle.

Anyway, in other news, I seem to have caught a cold in 29 degree weather. No idea how, but there we go.

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2 years as an expat in China and now doing the same in New Zealand, Bennett sure likes to experience "slow travel!"

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