I find myself face-to-face with my high school memories whenever pictures of old times pop up in the sidebar of my Facebook feed, or, in this case, looking at Tatsuya's old pictures that he only uploaded recently. In many ways, I miss home. As much as I am reluctant to admit it and label it such, California will forever be my home. I miss the feeling of lots of space. I miss the clean, fresh morning air, no matter the season. I miss the cleanliness, the sanitation. Taiwan is wonderful in so many unique ways, but there are things San Jose gave me I will not find here, at least for another while.
In these pictures are preserved friendships I created throughout my years of high school... and it deeply saddens me that there are several people in these pictures I no longer keep in contact with because of falling outs, or loss of time together and a loss of touch.
It's hard to stomach the fact that I'm across the world in another country. Taiwan already feels like home to me after two months here, because of the people I've met here and the experiences I've just begun. Yet I look back every day and think about all the people, the things, the memories I left behind me. Some days, I cry. Some days, I'm bitter. Some days, I smile. More than anything at this very moment, I want to go home – to California.
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