I know, I know, it's been a hell of a long time since I posted anything here. I guess the longer you live somewhere the less weird everything seems. 'Tis the evolutionary nature of human beings to adapt. Now I simply swerve the pram to miss oncoming traffic and my heart doesn't miss a beat. I'm localising I think you could say.
But last night I was struck by something really special about this place. I went dancing at a friend's birthday party and, like cinderella, was having so much fun I lost track of the time and had to go running home at 11.30pm. The house is a little off the main drag so I had to walk a little to get a cab, I didn't think I'd have to walk more than one block but it turns out it was a quiet night up that way and I had to walk about five blocks to find a taxi to take me home. Let me draw you a picture... I'm dressed to the nines (given that there are very few occasions for me to do so, I make the most of them when they come around) in a slinky black dress and a face full of make up. If I wasn't five months pregnant (but looking seven) I might have passed for a street worker. As I walked my way to a cab, it suddenly hit me me that I did not for one moment feel unsafe. There I was strolling the quiet dark streets in the middle of the night and if I could whistle, I would have been whistling a tune. There are very few places and times in my life I can say that I've done that. This country offers me something I never had in Australia, a feeling of trust and security in the community around me. For a woman who is often alone at home with one (almost two) children, this is something I cannot put a price on.
A local told me once that someone who ends up in prison in Taiwan for crimes against women and children is dealt with in a very special way - and not by the law. It is so heavily frowned upon here that you never ever see it happen.
It was a great night and I took a moment to say a prayer of gratitude.
Sabrina
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