Happiness is a Vampire

IMG_0007Every day I discover other worlds so unlike the one I once called home.  The possibilities seem boundless.  I even fantasize about coming to America to become a Wal Mart door greeter or an assistant manager at McDonald’s.  If I work hard for a couple years and save money, then I could return to paradise and buy a home and still have enough left over to start a business.

Sometimes when I hang out with other expats we cannot stop saying, “I can’t believe this,” and we pinch ourselves to see if we are in a dream.  It is as if we all had met Morpheus in our pre-expat lives and took the red pill.  We tell ourselves this cannot really be happening.  We have it too good here.  And if China becomes untenable we can always relocate to Vietnam or Thailand or Bali or any other country where good old fashioned pioneer spirit and a liberal arts education are valuable commodities.