How was your experience, how well are you doing?

(Includes China, Mongolia, Vietnam, Japan, South Korea, North Korea, Philippines)

  • walden@sub.wetshaving.social
    2·
    4 days ago

    I lived in Hanoi Vietnam for just over a year, but that was 15 years ago. It was incredible. It’s a lovely place with lovely people and amazing food. It’s not without it’s problems (no freedom of press/speach, relatively poor air quality, etc.), but overall it was a nice place to live.

  • tiredofsametab@fedia.io
    1·
    4 days ago

    I live in rural northern Japan and spent the prior 8+ years in Tokyo. I plan to live the rest of my life here barring something crazy happening. It’s not perfect, but nowhere is. If you have specific questions, I can try to answer

      • tiredofsametab@fedia.io
        2·
        3 days ago

        Jobs are scarce here in the countryside. There aren’t a lot of us who work for companies that allow fully remote work, so I’m lucky there (which allows me to run a vegetable farm business as well). There’s a lot more space. People are generally nicer and a bit more open, though racists are everywhere in the world. Small-town bullshit exists everywhere as well and, especially if one looks different, everyone will know their business. For families, there are often many daycare spots open which is a HUGE problem in Tokyo. We need cars almost everywhere out here to do much of anything. Our train line, elevated after the 2011 tsunamis, can be shut down with high winds so people who do work in the cities need to drive fully on those days. Rural is cheaper and slower as well, though that price difference isn’t as big as it used to be with nationwide inflation and price increases that were put off for literal decades in some cases all hitting at once with wages not keeping pace.

  • zero_spelled_with_an_ecks@programming.dev
    1·
    4 days ago

    Lived in Hiroshima for a year as a student. I lived in a filing cabinet of a dorm, but even that had a tub big enough for both my knees and shoulders to be underwater. I dated a few women, some of which were worse for me than others. Public transportation was great. I learned Argentine Tango from a Chilean woman whose husband was a fake priest for weddings. I took classes just to pick up vocabulary. I learned to love Okonomiyaki.

    It also made me realize everywhere that its own issues. I became disenchanted with it. By the end of the year, I knew I wouldn’t be looking to try and live there permanently.

    I was also depressed and didn’t realize it. So that sucked a lot of joy out of it and I drank a bunch.