Yilan


On Friday, Jud and I woke up at 7:00am to take a bus to Ilan, my mom’s home in the country. My mom has nine brothers and sisters, and six of them live in Ilan. We went and visited as many of them as we could in one day.

In the morning, we went and cooked eggs and corn in a natural hot springs in the mountains.


Then we went and took pictures in a field of wildflowers, which wreaked havoc on my allergies.


I think the best part was towards the end of the night when my aunt whipped out all her old photo albums, and I saw pictures of me as a baby and of my mom when she was my age. Although I only see my aunts and uncles and cousins once every 5-6 years, there’s still comfort in knowing that the same blood runs through all of us. It’s a bit surreal when I look at the faces around me, and I see my parents.

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