It’s 5:37am and I am wide awake... thank you, Mr. Jet-Lag. You know, I could take advantage of this rare quiet... eh hem, quieter, time that the city is offering, but no. You sir, will make me suffer just a few days longer with this transition. Last night, I was slipping into unconscienceness at the dinner table during my first meal out with friends whom I haven’t seen in years, and you kept me distracted from stimulating conversation. I will fight you, I will overcome you.
I love the city. I am stimulated by the city. I feed off the energy of the city. I need the city.
My first intoxication occurred two summers ago during my first visit to NYC. Immediately I knew that one day I will live there. And I will, just not sure when that may be. It won’t be for at least another year and a half, because right now, Taipei is my home.
The idea of getting a random text from a friend to navigate subways and meet at an impromptu night market to get a bite of wonderful Americano breakfast that says, Dustin, welcome home.
I have been here for nearly 36 hours now. I have seen the pure whitness of Alaksa, watched the ice shift floating on the Bering Seamoved into my new place, attempted a full night of sleep twice, ventured off into my city on my own, almost been hit by a car (a few times, this is gonna take some getting used to), am more comfortable on the back of a moped than I ever thought I would be (there are no rules of the road here), attended my first night market in which the thickness of the crowd rivaled that of Bourbon Street... and am so happy that I am here.
But I do miss you.
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