How it ends
I see the year out with my family. I’m in Taiwan… Not exactly home, seeing as I’m neither Taiwanese nor raised, but as the cliché goes *home is where the heart is*. So this is where my heart is, with my parents – a realisation that has come from the growing number of months in a year that we spend apart, the months that I spend missing them and the look in their eyes when I come home for a little bit to be their little girl again. Solid.