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Goodbye Shanghai (Why I decided to leave China)

26 Aug
Shanghai from above

Shanghai from above

My heart raced as I stood in front of the visa processing counter at the Chinese consulate in Hong Kong. I hoped what I’d just heard was a mistake. “I’m sorry, what?” I asked, desperately smiling at the young woman behind the glass-protected counter.

“You already stay in China so long—I can only give you 30-day visa,” she repeated in the familiar, cranky tone of government employees. I turned to my boyfriend, G, with a look of defeat—this was nearly the worst-case scenario—the only thing worse would have been a rejection.

We’d traveled all the way from Shanghai to Hong Kong to renew our visas, only to be told that the best they would give us was 30 days back in China. This meant that we’d have to fly out of the country again in 30 days to reapply for another visa.

Because Beijing Said So

the dragon guarding the Chinese consulate in Hong Kong

the dragon guarding the Chinese consulate in Hong Kong

It wasn’t until we were back in Shanghai that I began to understand our experience as it related to a recent shift in regulations coming out of Beijing. The Communist Party, headed by its new top leader Xi Jinping, had announced its intention to weed out the number of unqualified foreigners working in China and make changes to its visa policies.

Although the Party’s message carried little weight initially (because the Party is known for making vague, mildly threatening avowals to bring an end to this or that type of corruption), our trip to Hong Kong forced me to face the possibility that the announcement may have been more than just an empty threat.

The method behind the message was at first unapparent. By the time we understood what was happening, we were packing our bags, giving away all but the most valuable of our belongings, draining our Chinese bank accounts, and saying goodbye to Shanghai indefinitely.

When Things Come in 3s

a stormy day in Shanghai

a stormy day in Shanghai

For G and me, the timing of the new regulations had created a perfect storm that succeeded in forcing us out. Its effects were threefold:

First, we learned that the length of the tourist visa was now limited to 30 days—no more 2 month or 3 month visas were available to us. This made staying with a tourist visa much more expensive. The second blow was being told that we would not be able to extend our tourist visas once back in Shanghai. This meant that we would have to travel out of the country again next month for a new visa, repeating the process indefinitely.

The third swing was a change in requirements for foreign teachers eligible to teach in Shanghai. Teachers who were previously teaching without certain certifications (ESL teacher training such as TESOL/TEFL/CELTA) were no longer permitted to teach in the city. So, in essence, the land of “you can always teach English” became the land of “do you have TESOL?” overnight.

Although teaching English in Shanghai was never part of my master plan, the option had served as a reassuring safety net, an in-case-of-emergencies solution if my main goal of writing was compromised. It wasn’t until I attempted to take advantage of this fallback option that I realized it was a fantasy.

Tired of Buying Time

a stack of renminbi

a stack of renminbi

When my first job in Shanghai—work as a copywriter for an international brand—turned out to be a less than great fit, I took to the wanted ads again. I hoped to find another writing position, but when faced with the pressure of a 30-day deadline, I started to consider my “safety net” in earnest. Yes, the job market in Shanghai was much better than at home (Minneapolis/St. Paul), but finding a full-time job as a copywriter or editor in 30 days would still be a bit of a long shot.

I decided to cast a wider net and apply to some teaching positions as well. About a week into my search for a teaching job I started to hit a wall (see “the third swing” mentioned above). I didn’t have TESOL/TEFL/CELTA accreditations, which involve 3-4 weeks of school and cost upwards of $1,000, and I had neither the time nor the money to devote to the cause.

By week three I’d heard back positively from a few teaching opportunities, but the work would be evenings and weekends, and most likely off the books. I’d also landed a second interview with a bridal company, where I’d function as managing editor of the in-house staff and freelance contributors.

The opportunities were there, but with less than a week until we needed to pay two month’s rent (rent in Shanghai is often paid in 2- or 3-month increments) and leave the country, was I willing to place a bet on a last-minute position? I’d already moved to Shanghai once with nothing but a new job, and the transition had been a slightly stressful, forced time of do-or-die performance just to make ends meet.

One Mean Boss Too Many

a sculpture from the Shanghai Art Museum

a sculpture from the Shanghai Art Museum

My second interview with the bridal company revealed just what kind of work I’d be relying on to remain in Shanghai. After an hour with HR I learned that my would-be future boss had a notorious “no sugarcoating” communication style–barking orders and judgments without explanation or positive feedback. She also explained that the hours were going to be 45+/week with pay around $20,000/year before tax, because the company is “just your typical startup” and the real benefit the job offered was “great experience”. (Since when is work not deserving of compensation in the form of real PAY?)

I walked away from the interview mulling the ultimate question: Just how much did I want to stay in Shanghai? Was I willing to stay at the cost of forgoing my value as a professional writer? Was I willing to bet it all on another boss who still hadn’t learned how to give balanced feedback to her staff? Or, as another option, would I be willing to take a teaching job that diverged from my long-term goals and waived my ethical preference to keep my work aboveboard?

The fact that G intended to continue studying Mandarin and had managed, at the cost of great time and effort, to line up meaningful work for the fall made the decision all the more difficult.

In the end, I had to face the fact that re-upping for another 30 days in China would not only hurdle us into the red financially but most likely compromise my own value as a writer. In only five days we went from settling down in Shanghai to cutting our losses and saying goodbye.

Know When to Quit

the view from our apartment

At the time, the decision to come home felt like a disappointing diversion from the plan, because up until then the plan had been for G to continue studying, for me to continue progress professionally in Shanghai, and for us to continue making a good life for ourselves in a city that we enjoyed. The options don’t seem as simple anymore.

I now see that the decision to leave was actually a reaffirmation of my commitment to larger goals: To work as a writer with integrity and awareness of my own boundaries, values, and worth. To make smart decisions based on the known risks and to choose a path that extends farther than the next month.

The reasons and sentiments behind leaving a place you’ve called home for a year are complicated, and China will always remain to me a fantastic place—it engulfs the senses and piques your curiosity, it takes on many different faces and voices, and it leaves you always yearning for more—more explanations and tastes, another walk along an unfamiliar street. After a year, I think I can safely say that China is a colorful country that invites you in, but it’s not always easy to stay.

Packed Like Sardines

9 Jul
a street market in Hong Kong

a street market in Hong Kong

Living in China for almost a year now, I’ve gained a new appreciation for a resource that I never quite understood before: physical space. I think it goes without saying that there’s been a lot less of it since I moved. But, although there are times when I miss my bubble, I’ve started to realize that there might be a benefit to living life more compactly.

I’ve never considered myself to be someone uncomfortable in a crowd. I have friends and family who will actually turn down a concert or festival in order to avoid the mob, but I was never one of them. I enjoy the thrill of being one of many, of seeing hundreds of moving feet and gesturing arms, hearing the laughs and conversations happening all around me, especially on a well-lit city street during a summer night. When you grow up in a smaller town—a place where your neighbor’s lights are out by 9 pm and no one’s on the street—it can be enjoyable to graduate to a place with a little more bustle.

Nowhere to Go

I realize now that the energy of the crowd held special significance because I always had the opportunity to escape back to my comfortable, quieter street or my relatively spacious apartment at the end of it all. Or, even better, I could return to the comfort of my parents’ house, which I’m sure would seem inconceivably large by Chinese standards.

Private space is something different here. A short walk through my neighborhood in Shanghai reveals that when people are packed close together, the lines between private and public often blur, at least for the average person. Women wash their hair with a bucket of water on the sidewalk, men scrub their feet shirtless along the road, a mid-afternoon nap is enjoyed in a booth at McDonald’s or in the bed of a trailer on the street. People routinely take an evening stroll or a make a last-minute shopping trip in their pajamas.

A mix of private and public can be seen just as sharply in Hong Kong, one of the densest cities in the world. Even though the streets of Shanghai can be crazy, I realize that I’m lucky to have an apartment that provides just enough space and solitude for me to escape. But as a visitor or resident of Hong Kong, property is in such limited supply and so inflated in price that most people live in what would pass for a large closet in Minnesota.

Because space is limited in Hong Kong, growth occurs upwards instead of left or right. The city is covered in skyscrapers and mega-malls, each filled with families, hotels, businesses, cafes, restaurants, shops and more, stacked one atop the other, rising up, up, up into the sky.

hanging signs on Hong Kong Island

hanging signs on Hong Kong Island

In the neighborhood of Kowloon where our hotel was located, residents, businessmen, and tourists pressed through the streets, walking shoulder to shoulder from the beginning of the day to late at night. Combine the hordes of people with 95-degree weather and you’ve got a situation that’ll jar the emotional state of even the most seasoned traveler.

Time in Hong Kong and Shanghai has revealed that I still have a lot of progress to make when it comes to being at peace as I shuffle and bob among the masses. Sometimes I catch myself dreaming about the green, delightfully empty expanses of parks and sidewalks back home. Another fantasy involves me simply walking in a straight line down the street—no dodging or stopping or sidestepping or weaving.

Scoot Closer

But perhaps privacy and physical space have become overvalued in the United States. As many residents of dense cities will tell you, there’s a lot of community and convenience to be gained from living closely. And isn’t it a little strange the way we hide all of the silly, normal human things that we do all day long behind closed doors? How about your patience for other human beings? Could that use a little improvement? Mine too.

And here’s a shocking little piece of information: living in a dense city has even been touted as significantly better for the earth than the sprawling developments that make up so much of America.

a tree-lined street

a tree-lined street

The case for cities as green living made by author David Owen challenges the way that we traditionally think about concepts like green and ecofriendly. In response to a report done by Forbes naming Vermont the “greenest state” in the US, Owen responded:

“Forbes’s ranking was unfortunate, because Vermont, in many important ways, sets a poor environmental example. Spreading people thinly across the countryside, Vermont-style, may make them look and feel green, but it actually increases the damage they do to the environment while also making that damage harder to see and to address. In the categories that matter the most [such as the consumption of oil due to driving], Vermont ranks low in comparison with many other American places.”

As Owen continues, he reveals that choosing to live in closer proximity (similar to Shanghai or Hong Kong) would enable us to reduce unnecessary consumption in more ways than one:

“Population density also lowers energy and water use in all categories, constrains family size, limits the consumption of all kinds of goods, reduces ownership of wasteful appliances, decreases the generation of solid waste, and forces most residents to live in some of the world’s most inherently energy-efficient residential structures: apartment buildings.”

So in moving to a larger, denser city, your life inherently becomes greener. The ability to walk, ride, or bike to your destination—as opposed to driving—is a major bonus both for you and for the earth. Owen’s examination of the use of resources makes a compelling argument for city life. But in order for high-density living to catch on in the US, many of us will have to get used to sharing our space and doing more in front of an audience.

When it comes to living closely, what do you think? Cramped or Convenient?

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