Yesterday I hit the wall! Two weeks in-country and all the inputs finally collided; I felt the full weight of making such a drastic change! I knew it would happen, but not when or how. Mainly I just felt frustrated all day, which is inevitable when you take everything you’ve known and turn it on its end. In Taiwan, everything looks, sounds, and tastes different. Yes folks are super friendly and helpful but there are, of course, those little “gotchas”, little details that, when added together, can feel heavy indeed. Is this how our immigrants forefathers felt? Americans are definitely a minority in Taiwan, a curiousity. Even though I’ve never been one to blend in, I can see how that might be a good thing in a foreign country. I’ve become a “stranger in a strange land”. But as my wise youngest daughter says “This [feeling] too shall pass.”