waxing poetic

i didn't do anything significantly thrilling today besides eat about 23840238 nutella sandwiches, discover that my cable is out (sad, sad times) and take a shower so i dont really have anything to report except that taiwan is still hotter than blue blazes. after teaching the kindergarten (those kids have mad amounts of energy!) tammy and i went for guo tien (i have no idea the english spelling) and sour/spicy soup. mmmmmmmmm!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6H1UILaKgo ---> i love this song. watch the video! its amazingggggggggg.

i dont really have much to say today other than that its very hard to live two lives at once. its really nice to see all my friends in the states doing well, getting big girl jobs, getting married, having kids, moving back to the i-house...but, its also sad because part of me wants to go back to the i-house and stay forever. i miss greensboro so much. top ten things i miss the most:

1. artistika. id cut off my arm to go salsa dancing just once in taiwan!
2. jimmy johns/stamey's/la fiesta/tate st. coffee
3. downtown!
4. hey, i even miss greene st. never thought id say that.
5. the i house and all that encompasses ;)
6. target on wendover. even the traffic.
7. friendly center and four seasons!!!!!!
8. being able to read and speak the language
9. staff meeting! acutally i really mean this! and eating in megan's apt...going to steak and shake...taking family photos...plotting to steal things from the i-house...oh it was a good life =)
10. being able to be a bum in public and wear pajamas if i wanted to.

hard to believe that tomorrow makes mine and taiwan's three week anniversairy together. its been a great 3 weeks! here's hoping for a great 51 more.



“If you came back, you wanted to leave again; if you went away, you longed to come back. Wherever you were, you could hear the call of the homeland, like the note of the herdsman's horn far away in the hills. You had one home out there and one over here, and yet you were an alien in both places. Your true abiding place was the vision of something very far off, and your soul was like the waves, always restless, forever in motion.”
-The Immigrants