Yesterday night, I started thinking that I didn’t want to go to Asia. This always happens a few days before I leave. It’s a feeling I can’t really describe in English but when I google translated, the closest thing was “reluctance.” The excitement fades and all I can think about is the comfort of being home. The daily, weekly rituals that seem itty bitty and insignificant at the time, but looking back make life so worth cherishing. The next 4 weeks will be fun…and I know I’m not gonna wanna come back at the end of it but boy is it difficult to leave familiarity. I read a caption on Instagram that described it perfectly…you have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition.
Here’s to new memories..new adventures..all that I’ll miss will be waiting for me when I get back :)
AHHH the feeeeels!! Flashback 12 years ago to when I was 11 having what I consider my first man-crush on the one with the long, straight hair. One of my most favorite memories was on a summer evening in 淡水 watching them perform as the sun set. Tis one of the reasons I still have to go back there every time I visit Taiwan.
Aaaaandddd 24 days until I set foot on motherland
Baby’s first sweet tooth just came in.