I am Your Sunshine

I know I’m gonna miss this winter-like weather, chill and pleasantly gloomy, once I set foot on the humid land of Taipei. Two weeks ago when I went down to LA for Chelsea + Inter match, the heat struck me without warning (when I stepped out of the terminal, an unusually cool breeze had me worried for a while cos I packed light. I mean, really light. But then it was only an illusion. LA was hot as hell and I couldn’t be gladder to have come back.) The heavenly (and cheap) food cannot tempt me any more, Los Angeles is for winter and spring not for summer or fall. However, a even greater challenge awaits. This time it’s not as easy as to shun the siren call of Ramen, Japanese fusion, traditional Korean and/or foot massage, it is food AND family and someone I long to see. Infamous weather, you don’t scare me! Hot and humid and sweaty and sticky, I’m not afraid! Nothing can keep me away. (oh well, money did.) I’m coming home.