It's actually a no-brainer. This is not a job worth languishing in. It's not even my livelihood since I switched to part-time, and that doesn't earn enough to live on.
Taiwan is a dead city to me. It never really came to life, except for maybe the cycling. Time to leave.
What does that mean? Did San Francisco die? Almost. Yea, it did. There was nothing more left for me, there was no more potential in that city. I wasn't going to get anything more out of that city.
I did that North Coast Highway 2 ride. It turned out to be 66 miles long, possibly the longest ride I've done without hurting myself (that would be Tahoe, which nearly killed me. Well, not really, but it really, really hurt). It also established the upper limit of what I can do, which is nothing impressive, as some people do more than that as casual training.
2:56 a.m. - Basically across the road from the wedding photo plaza is the Jingang Four-Faced Buddha Temple. |
5:42 a.m. - Last stretch of Keelung River bikeway approaching home. |
That ride accomplished, I don't know what else Taipei has to offer. Dead city. After I quit, I'll start doing more day rides as the weather allows, and start exhausting what photography is left to find.
Assuming I don't kill myself, which would be off the east coast I decided, not the north, I would quit the band and move to Kaohsiung some time next year, stay there for some period of time and then move back to the States and look for a job in New York or Philadelphia until I got sick of living so close to family and then relocate to Tucson. Unless I can find my way to Nagasaki.
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 28 - Raohe Night Market about to start preparing for opening. |
4:43-4:49 p.m. |
4:55 p.m. |