Oh my gosh. I'm in the Taiwan Airport.

My thoughts throughout this enormously long flight mostly centered around when I was going to eat next, shit what the hell am I doing, how 8 hours escaped me (and whether or not my cheap watch was smart enough to change the time by itself...which it isn't), and how the poor guy next to me didn't understand any of the languages that the TV had to offer so he just SAT there for 14 hours and looked at the wall.  This airport is the most creatively odd place I have been in at 5:30 in the morning.  There are giant colorful animated children hanging from the ceiling with matching clouds and pots of gold, depending on their hairstyle and dress.  It's something I would definitely want to see again, and my travel-delirium makes it all the more hilarious.  There are neat machines here, and I tried to use the one that looked like it could fill up my water bottle with ice cold deliciousness just by pressing one button.  But, like most things, I was wrong about technology.  I put my water bottle in this contraption and pressed the button and nothing came out except the machine-woman's voice telling me something that must have been embarrassing because the guy walking by me laughed.  Then, I saw regular water fountains right next to me.  For now, in this cultural newness, I think simplicity is best. 

I can't believe that yesterday (or was it 2 days ago?) I said goodbye to everyone, to my house, to my dog, my friends, my family, and now I am alone.  Whew.  I feel partly relieved to have made it this far, and partly terrified about not knowing what I want to do when I get there.  I get to make the decisions, how crazy is that?  I'm off to look at more funny art in the airport.  Next time I write, I will be in Malaysia!