Dear Moma & Papa

Adjusting to 🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫 has been difficult thus far. I realized yesterday this city is going to take years off my life. If a car doesn’t hit me I will most likely succumb to a respiratory illness due to the smog. The smoggy smoke is so thick that beams of light hang in the cloudy mist. I am starting to think that the heart attack I’m trying to escape could be creeping closer. Maybe I can find a mask to protect myself from the dreadful pollution…

The locals are pleasant for the most part but they stare a lot. The food is interesting, but the smells on the streets are intense. The city is massive and there are so many people, and loads upon loads of traffic – I feel dizzy trying to keep up.

Regarding the repayment of the loan you graciously provided, I should be able to start sending money home soon. The only problem I foresee is currency exchange, I don’t know where to convert cash and the local banks don’t offer this service. I’ll ask my boss and see what options are available.

Work begins on Monday. I am teaching 3D animation, screenplay writing, storyboarding, and video production.

I’m going to head out for a walk shortly, but do want you to know that I’m still alive. Although, I have recurring dark thoughts that I could easily end up as chopped meat in a market and no one would know… Funny, I used to consider walking a form of exercise – not in 🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫, there are too many cars, bikes, and all that smog. Walking is a liability now.

Nonetheless, I miss you both dearly… 

Love you guys!