finally...i hear the fab four in TAIWAN!

today i was walking down the street. i heard paul mccartney's sweet voice, ringo's drums, and john and george's guitars. all is right in the world. all is right in taiwan: they listen to the beatles after all! :) :) :)

---> my favorite photo of the fab four.

its a really good feeling to know that you are right where you are supposed to be. even though i would describe myself as a restless soul, i can feel that i was meant to be an english teacher in asia. truly. of courseeeeeeeeeee it is hard being away from my friends and family and everything that is familiar to me...but i began feeling a disconnect from america when i was in england. someone very wise told me that it was god preparing my heart to be away for a much longer time later :) maybe...? ive always wanted to do missions of some sort, just never knew what. but, ive truly felt myself be called to asia for teaching. some people think thats not real missions...and maybe it isnt. but, it is what i have been called to do. why is following the call so hard? ah, i wish i knew.

for something that seems so natural to me (go to asia to teach english...seems normal, right?) sometimes it is a hard life :) tonight, for instance, my air conditioner began SHOOTING out water at breakneck speeds and then, my cable went out. under any normal circumstances (ie in america or anywhere else on earth that speaks english) i would have been able to solve both of these problems. BUT im in taiwan and my landlord doesnt know one piece of english and i dont know one piece of chinese so there is the problem, folks. and it is a problem! its haaaaaaard to live in a place and not be able to speak the language. borderline obnoxious, really. its hard to live in a place thats too small for me (i have to sleep in my bed sideways because im too tall and there is only one brand of shoes that fit my huge feet). its hard to live by myself. its hard. but its fun! and its totally worth it...i know its what i was meant for.

***today i was trying to teach the difference between Turkey and turkey. i asked the students what little t turkey was. response? a really ugly chicken. i laughed very loudly and uncontrollably for about 5 minutes while my very confused asian students stared at me: the crazed american teacher. i love this job.