Tonight I ate like I was back in the states. Over ordering -- the perfect excuse to eat way past my full point (I was raised to eat everything on my plate –and I can’t let my parents down). Now I sit with an uncomfortably heavy belly, a very satisfied palate and a slight tinge of guilt. I met up with a friend (San Fran native) of a mutual friend and, ever so quickly, everything foreign about the past two weeks dropped away - language, food selection and eating awareness. Our common language and experience was the ticket to the familiar. For two hours I was sitting in a restaurant in the International District of Seattle and not the ShiDa district of Taipei.
Thank god re-entry back to where I am was easy. Now, even this is comfortable.
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