son of antaeus. one of the giant sons of neptune, antaeus's strength was invincible so long as he remained in contact with his mother earth. once lifted from the earth and allowed again to touch it, his strength increased. the giant was slain by hercules in a wrestling match when hercules lifted him off the ground and crushed his ribs.



that's me now, when i travel anywhere. after a few days, a long weekend, i itch to go home, to return to my "mother earth." not that i'm not enjoying myself, but i start to get a little bored and complacent. not that i actually am bored. but just a feeling of "what to do what to do....." this really only applies to overseas traveling, when i go to new york or michigan, time is never enough. it's weird that displaced feeling when you are in another country but then feel like you've been there forever. i think i need to explore more of the little treasures of taiwan.



but i'm anti-sight seeing. i'm semi-pro shopping. i'm assuredly lazy. my eyes itch. i have mosquito bites all over my face. i'm definitively pro-food. this pretty much means the best environment for me is to be at home. i need other people to get me to go out and do things when i'm traveling. because everything that there is to do, i'm kind of ho and hum about. i wouldn't mind sitting around outside observing people all day (but then my companions would be bored). i think i'm an excellent third person to have along on a trip, but i may not function so well as the direct companion because i don't get super psyched to do much. i just chill and enjoy what comes. which makes me easy going but that can be mistaken as apathy. then again, i'm not altogether super excitable in general. don't let this dissuade you from inviting me to go somewhere though, i'm always game if you are.



exploits of "return to taiwan: a decade apart" to come later. i miss you. whoever you are. actually, no. not really. i haven't been gone enough to miss anybody. just things.