and now I live in California
This journal was meant to document progress toward moving to Hong Kong. While this is still very likely, I've taken a slight detour, and am now exploring some possibilities in the United States, specifically San Francisco where I might be able to find a job, and a life that's healthier in the long run.
See, it seems very likely that moving abroad could perpetuate this whole not-having-a-life thing that I'm so good at. Moving to Asia may in fact take me further down that rabbit hole. On the other hand, it seems counterintuitive to try to live in San Francisco. It's way too expensive; but most importantly, the very thing that sustains most people, a social life, sex, friends, etc, is something I just can't muster here, or anywhere really. Without this stuff, the only thing that makes life interesting and worth the hassle is living in an extremely stimulating environment. Foreign cities do this for me simply due to the fact they are so unfamiliar. Being an expat switches me on.
My impulse is to get out of here, find a teaching position in Asia, Russia, or Turkey, and start feeling like a person again. But before I go I thought I'd try banging my head against the wall that is trying to live a respectable existence. Perhaps I'll document this here in the form of OkCupid/tinder stories.
See, it seems very likely that moving abroad could perpetuate this whole not-having-a-life thing that I'm so good at. Moving to Asia may in fact take me further down that rabbit hole. On the other hand, it seems counterintuitive to try to live in San Francisco. It's way too expensive; but most importantly, the very thing that sustains most people, a social life, sex, friends, etc, is something I just can't muster here, or anywhere really. Without this stuff, the only thing that makes life interesting and worth the hassle is living in an extremely stimulating environment. Foreign cities do this for me simply due to the fact they are so unfamiliar. Being an expat switches me on.
My impulse is to get out of here, find a teaching position in Asia, Russia, or Turkey, and start feeling like a person again. But before I go I thought I'd try banging my head against the wall that is trying to live a respectable existence. Perhaps I'll document this here in the form of OkCupid/tinder stories.