move, move, move !

There is a Chinese saying: 3 house movings equal to 1 house burning.

I moved most of my things to the storage unit in the middle of June, and moved out of my cute Blueberry apartment days later; moved to the nightmare apartment on the Madison Avenue in New York city just last week, and I'm going to move back to NJ in 3 weeks.

I've come to realize this year is thrilling months ago, but didn't expect it to be so unsettling. I've tried hard to catch on to the wave of changes, but apparently I've gone too far.

I've thrown away lots of things from my previous apartment, in fact, 12 pieces of furniture and lamps, and other non-solid items. There are things disappearing into thin air during all these chaotic moveS (picked up by "innocent" bystanders ...). I am still living out of my 2 suitcases traveling with me to Taiwan and back to the US, first time in my life to realize people don't need too much to live on.

It will be the 7th time I move, in the little bit more than 8 years I've been here. Like being a foreigner for 8 years is not enough, there are always many uncertainties and "surprises" on the way. But it's ok, my home is in Taiwan, not any good or bad apartment I've been to here.