I have passed my third and final year in Taiwan.
For the first two years, I was happy. I lived in a small town. I straightened myself out, learned not to be so shy, saved 10,000 USD, became reasonably fluent in Chinese, lost a hundred pounds, and dated some nice girls. Life was good. Taiwan was good for me, for a while.
After a year in Taipei, I am coming apart. I am angry and bitter. I feel a constant rage at the taiwanese that I know is not rational. I do not want to see them anymore.
So I hide in my room. I avoid crowded places. When I have to buy groceries or attend class, I stick to dark alleys. Baseball cap pulled down over my eyes, I am not here, not here, not here.
I am tired of disappointing the Taiwanese. I am tired of being scrutinized. I am tired of being sized up, judged and discarded in a glance. Spam is too short, too ugly, not blond. We were hoping for a handsome teacher.
By now I’ve spent spent three months looking for non-teaching work. My qualifications get me interviews, but I seem to have a sign around my neck that says: English teacher. No, no thank you. I am a grown man. I am well-read, I am educated, I am articulate, I speak three languages. I have great SAT scores and a high tested IQ. I do not wish to remain in your box. I will not dance for the amusement of children. I know I am capable of more. But not here.
So I am going back to America now.
Two years at a YMCA, a year at Shi Da, that looks ok on paper. But I do not want four years of Buxibans on my resume. It will start to look like the stalling that it is.
I have a ton of money, a family that loves me, friends who want me home for christmas. I am not stuck here. I can go home. I can take the GRE. I can enroll in graduate school. I can train as a translator. I can take the civil service exam. I can teach German for the army. I can do a million things, but I cannot do any of them here.
I don’t know if anyone will read such a long post, but I had some things to get straight in my head. To those of you who are staying, i wish you all possible good fortune. But for me, it’s been bad, it’s been good, and now, it’s been over.

You can take the boy out of Taiwan, but not the Taiwan out of the boy. You are now imprinted for life, for better or worse.