It’s weird: I’m not filled with excitement or full of thoughts of home. At the same time, I’m not numb; I think my brain has just put off processing this for a little while. I remember thinking when I woke up that the rain was falling far too heavily to be tears for my departure, but that’s about the extent of my dwelling on leaving Taiwan. Perhaps it’s because my last two days have been filled with hassles like taxes and wiring money and packing boxes to mail.
Now I’m sitting in the airport, in a very nice and spacious departure lounge. On my way here, I passed a lot of cute little nooks (Taoyuan International’s upgrading and renovating), but my favorite was the prayer area beside the butterfly garden beside the “King-fu Massage.” The whole area was quite peaceful, kung fu notwithstanding, and there was a lot of thought put into the design. If you look at the first picture, you can see that it’s quite modern-looking, and if you look at the first and second together, you can see how each prayer room’s door echoes the design of that religion’s place of worship.
Now I just have to wait for the plane and Japan. Here’s hoping it’s as good as people make it out to be!
I leave you with the butterfly garden.