Memoirs of a Wanderer
I haven't taken the time to think in so long. It seems like I've been wandering for the better part of five years looking for some place to belong or someone to be. At the top and bottom of society, among the different cultures of the world - I have many people that I count as friends.
I think I became an adventurer and a bit of a wanderer, which is why I have trouble defining myself now.
It was sometime back in 2006 that I left home for Taiwan. Without the help of my friends there, I surely would've failed. My first day there I wanted to apply for a cellphone and I couldn't even read the contract. By the time I found my apartment which contained a new kind of insect never before seen on the face of the earth, I was starting to get settled in. While my living space was small (I used to go into my bathroom when I got claustrophobic.), I felt accomplished in finally beginning to explore the world.
Throughout the year, I survived a 30 minute biking adventure to danshui that ended up taking 6 hours, I learned to read people's fortunes with Tarot cards, I discovered my favorite foreign rock band "Monkey Insane", I ate something called "A gei" which I thought was an animal brain but was in fact tomato sauce covered tofu, and I joined some kind of weird club that played a modifed form of tennis from Japan.
And that was all in one year! Anyway, for those of you who choose to read my journal, you have my thanks! I will first begin by writing down specific memories from the last few years, which I hope will lead me to a new direction.
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