天美麻豆

I have always loved traveling. I visited Europe for a few years and I fell in love, above all things, with the feeling of not knowing where I will be for a while. A few months ago, my dad gave me the news, without anesthesia: I'm going to China, are you coming? I began to weigh the scales: I am halfway through my career, I have inseparable friends, a unique family, a job that I like, my house is my favorite place and my love is less and less platonic. I still don't understand what weighed so much on the other side, or if it's just failing me. The thing is that it took longer for my visa to arrive than for me to make the decision. I packed all the things and souvenirs I could into two suitcases and here I am, on the other side of the world. I arrived in China two months ago, I spent some time in Kaifeng, Henan, and now I am in Guangzhou. The players still don't quite suit me, I'm looking for a job and trying to put together a plan, although it's probably just to have it as a decoration. Most of my loved ones are convinced that there is no water in my tank, so I also look for people with whom to share my passion or my madness.