Processing through this week. It is good... Changing countries is different and new, like really new to me. I forgot what America was like for 2 months. I stepped off a plane in Taiwan, but in doing that I had prepared myself for that moment months prior to its happening.

When I chose to go to Taiwan and China I immediately told myself that it would be new. I also wanted something different in my life at the time, I was searching for more. Not only was I searching myself during school through learning, but I was needing to get away for a new experience that would mold me. So I let control go and do its work.

I longed to be in that country, I searched myself to how I would react to a new place. I began to learn myself.

I got there and still looked deep inside myself. I learned how I reacted to people close to me, and the natives. I learned how I was in another place, and it was much different then who I am as an American.

Now this shouldn't come off as though I changed because I was in a new place and I could get away with it. It was because I was a guest and I had a purpose being there.

I became apart of that country in some ways.

There are things I saw and experiences that I just can't grasp.

I literally can't grasp some things I was apart of.

Because my mind had been set on the things I needed to do in those moments. As a result I am processing them now.

And its hard.

I have no regret that I didn't think much of it during those times either.

My heart is content. But not in all areas, and those places will take time to discover

for myself

for others.

So here we go