we'll call it phase three.

life can change quickly.  up until one beautiful day last july, i thought i had it all.  at the time i didn't recognize the significance of the conversation that eventually snowballed into my current predicament:

30 years old, unemployed, and divorced (pending).

my friends try to console me by saying, "at least you're not fat". 

the past many months has been mainly filled with pain, sadness, anger, and despair.  i needed a drastic change, an eat, pray, love type of change.  never mind that i loathe the eat, pray, love woman.  i couldn't get past the second half of the book, and i barely made it through the film.  i hate her and her first world problems, except i am annoying in exactly the same first world way- without all the money, and without a best-selling novel. 

drat.

so here i find myself, an american expat, starting over, in danger of dying a spinster, and flailing in formosa. 

care to join me on this super fun journey? 

love, fif