It’s been a while since I thought about how it was to be there. Time goes by and I don’t really think actively about being away from home for that long. But this morning, after I peed, I came back to bed. It was light out a little but my room was still sort of dark. After I closed my eyes, I could hear the noises outside. The birds chirping, the wind blowing and a faraway wind chime chiming away. I felt like I was in Taiwan again. I had left my window opened last night and the cool breezes from outside made it all so calm. When I was away, I always had this background feeling of something unfamiliar, but comfortable. Where I could lay in bed and feel really relaxed, but having no attachment to the things around me; only feeling connected to the sounds and the feelings. I like that memory can work like that a lot of the times. Without me having to look through pictures or talking about Taiwan or even thinking about it, I can have a fulfilling memory come into fruition.