I’m twenty days away from home and truth be told I don’t know how I feel about that. Granted, I am excited to go back to the world I know and have grown accustomed to but whether people realize it or not, this has been a world I have grown into and have become accustomed too. I’ve learned so much on my own and everyday is another day where I am able to venture out and figure something else out, something I never knew; another challenging opportunity I was able to conquer on my own. I love my kids, I love knowing that I’m making a difference on a regular basis. I love the simplicity of this country and I love how happy people are with no worries on how other people will regard them. I’m going to miss the stupid bell on the bus and how the bus drivers have no concept of breaking before they have to stop. I will also miss seeing Asians everywhere I go and getting everything at a disgustingly cheap price.

As much as I am excited to see my family and friends, a part of doesn’t want to leave this world I have figured out on my own. Something that I can say nobody helped me with, that I stepped into on my own will and lived through because I could. Sure home has opportunities, friends, family, everything that is comfortable but I also let go of a lot just like I did when I came to Taiwan. The only difference was I knew I was coming back, knowing I may possibly never see Taiwan and it’s people again is the bitter part of the equation of coming home. It’s all just bittersweet.