It was the summer after college graduation and I wanted to crawl out of my skin and hide. Everyone kept asking, “What are you doing next?” I kept answering, “Living overseas.”
I was serious. At the time, I had just experienced my first heartbreak and had no promising job prospects.
I needed to remove myself from the situation: my shiny new English degree, my disapproving parents, my stranger-by-the-minute ex… my entire life thus far.
So I finally booked a one-way ticket to Taiwan, an easy decision given that I already spoke Mandarin and have extended family there.