My first week in Taiwan was a whirlwind of exhaustion and discovery. After the long flight from DC to San Francisco to Taipei, I moved in with my host sister and began adjusting to daily life. Learning to navigate the MRT and bus routes to school quickly became part of my routine, teaching me independence in a new environment. The humid heat pressed down relentlessly, but it also shaped the rhythm of the city — from umbrellas doubling as sunshields to cold drinks at convenience stores. Beneath the fatigue, I felt the excitement of immersion: the neon signs, the warmth of family life, and the vibrant culture that greeted me at every turn.

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