The recovering Taiwanoholic has not yet recovered.
I had a bit of a wobble today when I met some Taiwanese students at the language school I work at. After saying that I'd lived in their city for 9 years, then telling them that I used to live on Sanchong night market where the smell of stinky dofu filled the air every night, I found myself welling up and having to withdraw in order to maintain my teacherly dignity.
Recovery is an act in progress.
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