As most who are reading this probably know, I have spent the past two and half years in two cities in China. I graduated at the end of 2009 with a Bachelor's degree, majoring in Sociology/Anthropology with an added Psychology extended minor (totally useful in the real-world, I know). After graduation, I didn't really know what to do but had always wanted to live abroad so I looked at my options. The most blatantly simple option was to teach English. It seemed like everyone was doing it, it was OK money, and it didn't seem too difficult. After about a week of searching around the web, I came across a school called Langston in the Northeastern city of Shenyang. This particular school caught my eye because they offered an internship program for 3-5 months, learning the ins-and-outs of TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) as well as providing Mandarin Chinese lessons. This was the perfect option since I wasn't sure how much I would enjoy teaching (I'm not very patient) and I didn't want to be locked in for a year-long contract.
In November 2010 I arrived in Shenyang and began my China adventure. I heard many stories before I left of friends/family members my friends knew who went to teach 'for a year' and were still in their respective countries 3, 5, even 10 years later. I figured I'd never be one of those but four months turned into a year, and then a city change and job change has put me at two and a half. By the time I leave for Uganda, I'll have been in China for almost three years and that is mind-boggling to me.
I can't really remember how I imagined China would be, but I can say that what I imagined isn't even close. There are a lot of differences between Shenyang and Shenzhen (the city I am in now) but although they are geographically and culturally different, everyday life remains pretty much the same. Friends ask me about the strange things I encounter but the differences between here and Canada shrink by the day as I get used to them, or absorb them into my daily life or routine. There are some obvious differences always mentioned by foreigners, such as lax smoking laws, spitting in the streets, children going to the bathroom on/beside the sidewalk, and the language barrier, but most of the other things I have adjusted to with ease.
I think one of the biggest reasons I have adjusted so well is that I can communicate quite well in Chinese now. Normal struggles that foreigners face when arriving here with no language base don't affect me. It also helps me to understand the culture better and interact with people on a deeper level. I have had a great three years in China and will miss it when I go. The main reason I'm leaving is to pursue my chosen career, not because I don't enjoy my life here.
I am ready to move on from teaching now. My patience is starting to wear thin and I don't feel fulfilled in my job. I have always thought that international development would be a good fit for me: different cultures, working abroad, challenging, and helping others. I have a lot of worries about this field (to be discussed in a later post), so before I pursue it as my career of choice, I wanted to assuage (or confirm) my fears and the best way to do that was by finding and internship or volunteer opportunity.
I searched for months to find a suitable internship and the amount of options available were both a blessing and a curse. I wanted something that would truly immerse me in development work so I wouldn't just be around as an extra pair of hands for building a school or something. I also preferred Africa because I've had a fascination with the continent for as long as I can remember. I didn't want to have to pay (or not have to pay too much) and I wanted to be in the field for about 6 months. There are countless pay-for-voluntourism opportunities through companies like Cross-Cultural Exchange but I felt that I wouldn't get the depth through their programs. I had narrowed it down to a small NGO based in Ghana called Challenging Heights who works to fight against child labour and help former child slaves, and FSD. In the end, although FSD was more expensive, I felt the experience I would get from the training, hands-on focus, and established network would allow me to make a well-informed decision.
So that has brought me to this point: in China and on the verge of Africa, figuring out what I want to be when I grow up. I hope this experience will help me figure it out; but if not, there's always tour guiding, flight attendants, becoming an accidental millionaire...