Chapter 2: the grind and the rewind - Coming home (?)

Parting is such sweet sorrow, they say, and leaving Taiwan was no exception. The hot and humid weather, creative cuisine and language barrier have in the end become part of the experience instead of being obstacles in its path and the truly remarkable people of the place have more than made up for the long and sleepless flights*.

Plus they have amazing bakeries

I landed on Saturday night and after almost two hours of waiting in line for the passport checkup finally got re-admitted to the country. I got home** after 1AM and went to sleep. Two hours later I was already up. Sunday itself was very busy with multiple laundry cycles, grocery shopping, cleaning and whatnot, till I finally collapsed around 19:30. This time I managed to wake up around 3AM, leading to a hazy day at work which ended a little earlier than usual because I couldn't take it anymore. I slept through most of last night, though there's a thick layer of headache separating me and the rest of the world. I'm tired.

* Saw three films on the flight back. Julianne Moore and Jeff Bridges, what the hell were you thinking when you agreed to be in Seventh Son? Such a bad movie.

** I had all kinds of philosophical and other thoughts about what home is for me on the way back through the traffic jams of New York. Do I have a home or just an apartment? What does it mean to be at home? There are some place I'd rather not call home and others that look more inviting, but as I experience more and see things from different points of view, I begin to wonder. Will I ever feel at home anywhere? Stay tuned.