And so the time has finally come for me to say good-bye to Taiwan for a longer period of time: tomorrow I’ll be moving to Hong Kong. I must admit that it was really hard for me to write the previous post, because I am so excited and couldn’t concentrate.
I will be living in one of those huge buildings where thousands of people house (I will post pictures when I have the chance). And I will experience and explore the life of this amazing metropolis.
On the one hand I feel relieved. Somehow I just couldn’t stay in Taiwan any more. Although the country and its culture as such are very interesting, and although I tried to understand and learn as much as possible, I am probably not very good at coping with the environment here. I want to give you an example, just to vent my anger a little, if you don’t mind.
I have already written in another post about the habit of many Taiwanese people to cancel meetings as they please, giving just a short notice. I am sorry guys, I can’t help – it just gets on my nerves. Of course, not everybody is like this, but as far as my personal experience is concerned, the great majority of the people I’ve met here do this. If you have other experiences, please let me know and help me change my mind.
Anyhow, a few days ago a friend of mine saw on my Facebook page that I was going to move to Hong Kong and asked me if I had time to meet. I said yes and she suggested to meet on Wednesday. Then, on Tuesday morning, she cancelled. “Okay, no problem,” I said, “do you have time another day?”
“I have time either on Thursday evening or on Friday evening,” she replied. Fine, I chose Friday.
Then, again, on Thursday she said that she had no time.
Well, that’s not such a big deal, but please, try to respect other people’s time. In the past I used to be patient. I would have tried to meet her. But this kind of things happen so often, and I simply can’t get used to it, I find it too rude and disrespectful. I don’t mind if it happens once or twice, but there must be a limit, especially if you are the one who asks to meet.
Anyway, I won’t mention this thing any more, but I needed to “expose” this bad habit. Which, among other things, shows that politeness can mean different things depending on personal preference or/and culture.
Apart from this incident, there is of course the problem of having too many memories here. I had the bad idea to go and have lunch at Shida night market today, where I went with my ex girlfriend. It will be a good thing not to see these places full of memories for a while.