Life is full of choices. What should I wear today? What goals should I set for this week? What should I eat for breakfast? The third question is easy for me because I know how to order only a few things at the local Morning Burger. Beyond breakfast, however, there are plenty of decisions to make.

Recently, I have had to make some difficult choices, and I hope they prove to be the right ones. I made a deal with myself: once my bank balance fell to a certain level, I would find a job. Although I am careful about spending, I still need to eat. I am nearing that point, so I have decided to pause my Chinese studies and earn some money.

I am disappointed, of course.

I will still try to practise at home, but it will not be the same. My teachers have been excellent, I have liked the school, and despite always finding new languages challenging, I have generally enjoyed the experience.

I contacted two schools about teaching, and both seemed promising. The difficulty is that most schools require a one-year contract, and I will not be in Taiwan long enough to complete one. Some people have suggested signing and leaving early, but I believe my word is my bond.

Fortunately, both organisations offered part-time work. One role involves designing lesson plans, while the other is a weekend teaching position. Neither would provide an Alien Resident Certificate because I cannot sign a longer contract, and the lesson-planning role is temporary.

The real dilemma arose when the second school offered me a full-time teaching job with a reasonable salary and a contract ending the following July, when I planned to return to the United States. I enjoyed everyone I met, the school had a strong reputation, and the opportunity aligned with my broader goals. The disadvantage was that the working hours covered the only time I could see my partner, meaning we would meet only once a week. That would not be good for our relationship, so after six hours of thought, I declined an excellent opportunity. I have no regrets. There will be other good jobs, but finding a great partner is much harder.

To the right is a picture taken from my “stove”: a single burner. Needless to say, I do not cook many elaborate dinners.