Back in November, I interviewed for a job in Beijing, China. Two weeks later, I’d signed a contract. A few months after that, I was on a plane to Beijing Capital International Airport. What greeted me – the place where I found myself – let’s just say it wasn’t what I expected. Yesterday was nice and sunny and so I went for a stroll and took some pictures. And thus I present to you my new home, for better or for worse. Cheers!
This is the outside of the campus where my apartment is. Right off the bat, I want to say that my school is quite awesome and that I really believe there’s some good stuff going on. It’s a school I’m proud to be teaching at. Yes.
What follows is my journey any time I wish to go off campus. Out in front of the school is a two lane highway. A public bus comes about once every ten minutes. Apart from the bus and some cars, the area is really empty.
Evidence of emptiness.
The bus takes about 15 minutes to get into town (not downtown Beijing, that takes 90 minutes) and stops running at 7:30 pm. Now, if I don’t feel like taking the bus into town, there is a village. It’s a short walk. Here are the stairs that mark the starting point.
Up the stairs, and down the winding path through the trees.
Four minutes through the trees brings us to an exit. The village is close.
Now it’s a walk down this stretch of road. Again, this isn’t the Beijing I had pictured. But, like anywhere, one gets used to the surroundings. Especially when there’s a random head by the side of the road.
We’ve finally reached the village. Hurray!
Here is the grocery store. There are always dogs outside…
…and exciting rides for kids.
In all seriousness, the village is pretty depressing. It’s an extremely poor area. Last semester, my school brought in children from the village’s elementary school, so that the wealthy kids attending my school could talk to the village kids and learn about their lives. My school planned to involve them more this semester, but we were told that the elementary school in the village was shut down. Closed. No one seems to know why, or what the village kids are doing now that they don’t have a school.
Village barber shop. Reminiscent of Super Cuts.
Probably it’s needless to say that I wasn’t too pleased to be living here at first. But I’m getting into it. It’s okay, nothing to complain about. Here’s Mickey Mouse. At Disney World, they say it’s a small world after all. That isn’t really true. The world isn’t small at all, but when you stay in one certain place long enough, I can see how it feels that way.
10 thoughts on “The Strange Spot On This Planet That I Call Home”
So I take it then that you, like myself, are a bit of a city boy? Because by no means do I mean to discourage you, but I think I’d about die.
Haha. Yes, my friend, very much a city guy. The quiet solitude is odd. Plus, I can’t walk outside and buy some potato chips at midnight if I have a craving. Not sure how people live like that, but I’m giving it a shot.
When my boyfriend was in China, he saw a human skull on the side of the road. Fun?
That’s excellent. I’m sure it’s a good story for parties. Unless he took the skull and unveils it at the end of the story. Then it would be creepy.
It’s ironic that the average American reading this post has quick access to several Chinese restaurants – though certainly not authentic ones.
I miss General Tso and his delicious chicken.
* scratches head*…. believe it or not, I think I’d be happy living there… not permanently though…
It’s growing on me, in an odd way. * scratches head * Perplexing.
It seems very bleak. But then again, it’d make you appreciate lil things more. Hang in there;)
Yes. That’s a good way to put it. Thanks Almyra. : )