Having grown up between Kaohsiung and Tainan throughout the first 18 years of my life, I missed the bike rides along Pier-2, the douhua bowls from Anping, the pebble trails at Meishu Park, the chicken noodle soup at Din Tai Fung, the monkeys on Monkey Mountain and all the familiarities of home.
During my first two years, I could not stop complaining about how dull life in Baltimore was. Later I realized that I was the one making it that way. I needed to commit myself to some exploration.