Time to go home…

You can’t win when you have a family that’s separated by international boundaries. But, then again, you don’t really lose much either. Besides the lack of constant interaction with relatives, and the impending awkwardness that will always come when you see them after a year or two, the cultural and almost spiritual experience makes the 9+ hour flights worth the time and money.

Not to get mushy or anything.

So I’ve been in Taiwan for exactly two weeks, and it’s time for me to go home. *Sigh a big sigh, I tell you.* Not much to say: ate a lot of good food at all hours of the day, walked around and shopped every day, and hung out with some good people and great family. It’s almost depressing to have to go so soon now…it never feels like it’s been long enough.

I’m completely Asian-ified having been here and walked around like a native–an illiterate native with amnesia. And now that I’m moving into my own place, I’m most likely going to go on this extreme Asian binge and decorate my apartment with psychotic Chinese trinkets (imagine redwood tables and feng shui water fountains, punctuated by cute picture frames and Hello Kitty paraphanelia.) Sick, I tell you, SICK.

I love it here. Seriously. It’s kind of very polluted, and you have a better chance of getting run over by a car than finding a clean public restroom, but that’s okay because everything here is cheap…cheap…CHEAP.

Yay!