I made my way back to the lovely isle of Formosa approximately one week ago and have since been regaining my bearings. For those of you who read my blog with some regularity, you probably already know that I am married to a Taiwanese guy, which is one of the reasons Taiwan has become my bonafide home. For those of you who didn’t know that, now you do. However I haven’t been Taiwan like home lately, because I have been gone for about 4.5 months. Let’s just say that the situation was semi-out of my hands. I’m thankful to have an understanding husband and a forgiving job- neither one has left me- they were both waiting back here with open arms for my imminent return.
At the risk of being a bore, I’ll forgo a lengthy diatribe re-detailing my dental implant woes which necessitated corrective surgery (i.e. the reason I remained back stateside for so long). If you really want to know about all of that, albeit I can’t promise it’ll be edge-of-your-seat reading, you can look through my previous entries where I discuss it at length. Personally, I am so sick of it all myself, that I bore myself to tears just thinking about explaining it all to anyone ever again (perhaps because I’ve needed to do it so many times). It gets old, people. It just gets old. As a compulsive novelty-seeker, I have always deplored repetition, well with the exception of running. I can repeat that every day, don’t ask me why or how, I’m just really driven to do it.
Anyway, here I am back in Taipei. Things have been pretty stable for folks out here it seems. The political situation has moved around a little bit, in a good way. The prez stepped down as the head of the KMT political party (the party I don’t like) which means he relinquished a bit of his power, although he’s still in office. I guess he was too much of a wimp to stand up against a majority opposition party government; the DPP had a sweeping victory in the most recent elections. For those who are unfamiliar with Taiwan politics, the KMT is the party that used to rule Mainland China but seceded to Taiwan after losing to the Communists. They dominated Taiwan as a single-party government for years and years until the 90s when Taiwan held its first democratic elections. At that time the KMT was strangely voted back into power. Anywhoo: DPP stands for ‘Democratic Progressive Party’ and as a democratically and progressively inclined girl, that’s the team I root for.
On the job front, things are getting off the ground in fits and starts. Luckily I was fortunate enough to be able to do some work related to my Taiwan-based jobs over the internet while back home. One such job, was the titillating experience of editing a Catholic priest’s thesis on marriage. There are a lot of comments I could make, but for the sake of avoiding being offensive I will bite my tongue, er fingers. I also had a slew of editing jobs through my ‘second official job’ here in the ‘wan, which primarily consists of editing, as well. Busying myself with editing hopeful international students’ SOP’s kept me occupied many an evening while I stayed at my mom’s in Vancouver, WA. What’s more, I was able to self-teach myself the useful skill of uploading Word documents to Google Docs where they can be edited with the new ‘track changes’ function; I must use track changes when I edit (so that the Ss’s can see where they made their mistakes).
I’ll be honest. One of the things on the forefront of my mind throughout the arduous process of my return journey was the thought of all of the delicious food I wanted to eat once I got back here. Unfortunately I haven’t had a chance to indulge those cravings to the level that I would like to just yet. For example, I have not even been to a single noodle shop here after one week! For a person living in a Chinese society, that’s almost impossible to avoid. But one of the reasons is due to the fact that my husband quit his office job to pursue his dream of becoming a chef and is currently working in a restaurant near our house. Naturally, I end up going there semi-regularly. The type of cuisine that they specialize in is Japanese seafood. I almost always order a ‘sake ikura donburi,’ which means salmon and salmon roe rice bowl. It comes as part of a set meal. As cool as it is that I can go there and eat that all the time, I miss the days where we had more time to spend together. Sigh. Even when I go to the restaurant I can’t really see him since he’s usually tied up preparing food for other customers. In the near future, he’ll have more free time, in the meantime I guess I’ll just need to try and be patient. Let’s just say this is a hard lesson about the meaning of compromise.