I left China with a one-way ticket and two suitcases.
I didn’t have a perfect plan. I couldn’t even read the train signs properly in the first week.
But Osaka was kind to me from day one.
The trains are always on time. The streets are clean and quiet. The light in the convenience store is always on. My neighbor, the takoyaki shop owner, now knows my order. My landlord speaks to me slowly, word by word, to make sure I understand.
Slowly, I found my rhythm here.
I have my own small place. I run a small vacation rental business. I meet guests from all over the world during the day, and I build software for them at night. I picked up coding again — this time with Python and AI — and it feels like coming home.
There is no rush here. No need to prove anything to anyone. In Osaka, I can take my time and do one thing well.
Looking back now, moving from China to Osaka was the right step.
I am doing well. Really well.
