I’ve avoided this post.
I left Taiwan September 1, and it’s now November. Being back for two full months: you’d think I’d have the hang of it by now. For the most part, I guess I do, but there are times when I’ll suddenly get a craving for food from a Hsinchu restaurant. Or I’ll miss my friends and turn to Facebook, instead of my phone, to check in on them.
After spending a lot of time complaining about Taiwan and having my battles with my life there, I’m happy to say I look back on my two years there fondly. Sure, I remember the frustrations, the pain of being separated from those near to my heart. More, though, I remember the people, the experiences, and the joys that helped make me the me I am now.
Taiwan, I love you. Thank you. I’ll be back to visit soon.
I guess this means it’s really over.