Packing, along with the requisite procrastination, is really pretty boring. Well, maybe not always. But it was today. For me. So, I’ve really got nothing today. I’m sorry. I really hate coming here and not actually posting any content. It’s boring for you. But I also hate not posting at all. I’ve gotten into a groove, and I’m actually posting regularly, and I’m afraid to miss a day for the fear that it might just spiral into a week that morphs into a month and all of a sudden, I’m just some girl with a dead blog.
So. The boring post in which I write about how I have nothing to write about. So boring. So meta.
Things I Can Do In The US That I Can’t Do In Taiwan:
- Speak the native language. Oh, what joy, to be able to ask where things are, to be able to know that I can go do whatever needs doing without worrying if I know enough words or if the person working knows any English or if there are picture menus or whatever. Kato tells me that I’ll be overwhelmed with all the conversations I’ll be able to hear and understand, but I think it’s an okay trade. I may think differently in a week or so.