going somewhere and being somewhere
a little over two weeks have now gone by in taipei. im still getting acclimated to the weather, and trying to get back on track for all the things i've decided to do here in taipei (ie, finish reading a few books, fill out my moleskine with sketches, etc).
i'm writing this post because i've decided to challenge a question to everyone with wanderlust in the world: how does one justify staying in a faraway place for only a week or so?
surely, you can see all the tourist attractions in a smaller country within a week. however, that doesn't mean you've necessarily been there. maybe you have in the literal sense of the word, but how can you have truly appreciated being somewhere else unless you've learned to appreciate the nuances of a culture - until you've adopted the scent and attitudes of a city that makes it so special?
i've been here two weeks, and i can't even begin to tell you anything about taipei. i'll certainly try if you asked me to, but i feel like my knowledge of taipei is so superficial. as if my understanding of this place is akin to peeling an orange with sandpaper.
but i'll keep buffing away at it until my time runs out. there's no time to waste!
i haven't missed san francisco at all.