Saturday, November 3, 2012

Fleeting Moments

Expat: a person living in a different country and culture

Mom and dad and brother.

Roma and Buggy.

Port Townsend.

Pizza and cheese and ranch dressing.

Book stores and the Uptown Theater.

Sweaters and hats and scarves.

Ferries and mountains and the Puget Sound.

Friends and phone calls.

Cars and stars and deserted roads.

Songs and radios.

Windstorms and heavy rain and occasional snow storms.

Feeling at home.

These are all things Sean and I gave up, and it was absolutely terrifying.

The days leading up to our departure I was a mess; actually, I was completely incredulous.

Why are we moving to Taiwan?

How did this happen?

Why am I leaving my family and friends and cats?

What if...

What if...

What if...

But then, we were here: Taiwan.

This place with all of its scooters and chaos and markets and Chinese and... friends.

In all these small ways, Taiwan started to feel... a little more like home.

These fleeting, tiny moments pass and build and then all of the sudden those things you left behind weigh on you a little less...

Fleeting moments like...

Rain against the window pane, pit patter on the roof

Towering trees, cloudy skies, and pebble paths
Cars and junk food and friends sharing a laugh

Out of breath climb, climb, climbing trails

His handsome, friendly face... always


Seeing the indescribable 

Befriending a Peter Pan

Living and celebrating together

Meeting genuinely good people who bring you Starbucks

Being way immature, like normal

Finding home in small moments

Having a living, breathing home
Cuddling with a Wawa

I would love to be snuggled up with my two cats in my papasan chair with a good book seeing the wind blow and rain fall and smelling a pizza baking in the oven and having plans to see my family soon but...

... but sometimes you can't have everything.

In these fleeting moments, small ways and passing days, Taiwan is feeling home-like.

It's becoming familiar.

Every once in a while I can pick out snippets of conversations.

I recognize streets and store owners.

Sometimes you just have to let go of the familiar to see what's out there waiting for you.


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