Scent of a memory

The voice on the other side of the phone surprised me…I thought it was a woman I know from Taiwan calling… but one thing doesn't seem to make sense because she's speaking English.

What was she? Oh, how do I explain a strong woman like her… Nostalgic scent of Flower by Chanel still lingers in some of my shirts. The past year was filled with so much adventures, so much emotions and so much hard work. But people here just refer to me as “the guy who just moved back from Taiwan.” As if, it explains everything. As if being in Taiwan for a year, made me the amazing dancer. As if being in Taiwan for a whole year made me resiliant to being treated as slave.

To them, the stories on the road doesn't matter. What they want to know and what they want to hear is only the end result of that journey. To me, every moment of that journey is filled with bitter sweetness. I find myself missing my comrades. I find myself longing to see them again.

It's like coming back home into peacefulness, from an Indiana like adventure and having to reintegrate my wild animal self to the steady pace of society.