I’ve been wanting to write this for a while.
I’m a 31-year-old single Indian woman currently living and working in China, and honestly, my heart is filled with so much gratitude for this country.
I don't think I have ever felt this peaceful and genuinely happy in a place so far away from home.
Before coming here, I had heard all kinds of perceptions about China. Some of them made me wonder what it would actually be like as a brown-skinned foreign woman. And yes, I have experienced a few uncomfortable moments because of my appearance or simply because I am foreign. I don't want to pretend those things don't happen.
But they have been so much smaller compared with the kindness I have experienced.
What has stayed with me far more is how patient people have been with me.
My Mandarin has improved significantly over the past few months. I've been studying and practicing diligently, but I am still very much learning. And when I stand in a supermarket completely unable to explain what I want, or struggle with something in a public place, people have generally been incredibly patient with me. Sometimes we communicate through gestures, translation apps, smiles, or just somehow figure it out together.
And those tiny interactions have meant so much to me.
I've experienced strangers helping me, people going out of their way to make things easier, colleagues welcoming me, and ordinary everyday moments that have made this enormous country feel strangely familiar.
And then there is the country itself.
The mountains.
The coastline.
The parks.
The cities glowing at night.
The incredible public transportation.
The food.
The little neighbourhoods tucked between huge modern buildings.
The convenience of everyday life.
The feeling that there is always somewhere new to explore.
There is something incredibly beautiful about waking up in a place that once felt completely foreign and slowly watching it become your life.
I came here from India expecting to miss home terribly.
But surprisingly, I haven't felt that way.
Maybe home isn't always a single geographical place. Sometimes it is the people who make you feel welcome. Sometimes it is the stranger who patiently helps you when you can't find the right words. Sometimes it's sitting somewhere beautiful after a long day and suddenly thinking,
“I am actually really happy here.”
I'm not trying to make a statement, and I'm certainly not saying China is perfect. I'm simply sharing my personal experience as one Indian woman living here.
China has given me a chapter of my life that I didn't know I needed.
I feel grateful to be here.
Grateful to be learning.
Grateful to be teaching.
Grateful for the people I've met.
And grateful for the opportunity to experience this beautiful country with my own eyes rather than through someone else's perception.
谢谢,中国。🇨🇳❤️
I genuinely hope I continue discovering this country, its people, its languages, its food and its little everyday stories for a long, long time.