Since I’m living in Taiwan, I’ve started learning Chinese. Officially I’m starting tomorrow, which is when I had my first class. I met the people in the class and we were kind of separated by country or continent.
I have to say though, that there were many American’s there, I would probably guess and say around 20 American’s. There were people from all over the world however. From the United Kingdom of which I only saw another guy, who was on the American table because he had dual-nationality and was listed as American, even though he sounded more British than American. You had people from Germany, Sweden, Switzerland, Vietnam, Indonesia, Brazil and probably one more other country I have likely forgotten. (Maybe the Netherlands)
It seemed okay to be honest. A lot of them looked older than myself, I’m only 19 and the rest probably were older than 20 and maybe a few my age. I made an attempt to try and talk to others but it was very pretentious and odd which seemed as if we were all nervous. (In our own rights since we had never seen each other before)
To get back home, was a mess up. I nearly got on a bus at the wrong stop (Going the other direction). I was with this Brazilian guy and in the end we split a taxi to get home.
Overview
I’m not sure I got much out of it in terms of friends. I know you can’t just make friends in one day that are your real buddies the next day. It takes time. I need to realize this. Time.
I’m nervous about tomorrow. I’m not sure how things are going to turn out, but the one thing I don’t want to do is humiliate myself. That is one thing I don’t want to do. I have a feeling I will. Luckily the other guys I’m with don’t know a word or lets just say they aren’t that good at Chinese in fact they are probably at the same level. Which is a good way to start as equals and just progress from there. Luckily I have the luxury of a partial family in Taiwan that speaks Chinese (Mandarin). I’m also taking free piano lessons. I said this to the Brazilian guy (Renato) or the guy named Brazilian Dragon (For some reason or the other) and he said I’m too old to learn the piano and I should have learned at 5. I kind of agreed I should have learned when I was younger, but I have come to the conclusion that it is never too late to have a hobby or to focus on something.
I thought when after I broke my leg I would never get my fitness back. I didn’t after several years. Here I am in Taiwan and I am focusing and improving everyday when running at the track and going for the fitness level I was and I will eventually surpass that. Whatever the case I’m here today after the all the stuff I’ve been through. If I told all my story in truth, people would not believe, so I have told a partial story on this blog, which I don’t mind others seeing. I will make it in life and that is my goal. I may not have direction, but I now know that I have purpose.
