I have never been a roof person. I have always been a backyard person.
But I have had to become a roof person because, well, I do not have a backyard.
Here everyone lives in these huge cement buildings crammed one after another in sprawling urban neighborhoods.
Backyards do.no.exist in Taiwan.
And it's important to have space and a place to go to so naturally the only place we had to go was up rather than out.
As you can see, the roof is really nothing special. It's dilapidated and the tiles wibble wobble under your feet. Everything is rusted and there are cables and interesting knobs to turn and buttons to push although Sean constantly expresses to me the importance of not touching things so I don't accidentally cut off our neighbor's [or our own] water supply.
Mostly we come up here to:
a. watch the fireworks, which never.stop even at three am on Tuesday mornings
b. hang the laundry
c. star gaze and marvel at shooting stars
Usually we sit in between these two thingy-ma-jiggies above and talk big.
We talk about the places we will visit [our Bali trip was born on this rooftop].
We talk about the kids we want to have.
We talk about the places we will maybe move to one day.
We talk about home and the people and places we miss.
We talk about our past and laugh and reminisce.
We talk about the harder things too: how frustrating it can be to have a one-income household while trying to pay for a bachelor degree out of pocket while simultaneously paying off a master's degree and at the same time dreaming and scheming ways to continue to travel the world.
Sometimes we dance to the music of honking horns, passing scooters and airplanes.
Sometimes Sean smokes a cigar and I sip on wine
And sometimes this is the place I escape to when what I really crave is my old backyard.
Have you ever checked out your roof? What was there?