Streets of Kaohsiung

Following my brief stay in Hsinchu I found myself in Kaohsiung. So much art and architecture flowing through the city. Everywhere you look there is something to admire. I dropped my bags off at my hotel and was greeted with a beautiful lake view and city skyline. Small trainer sailboats were floating in the river catching the lackadaisical gusts that granted a tiny reprieve from the intense sun. The first thought that came to mind was ‘I’m going to move here.” Never in my history of travel have I uttered these words and actually meant it. But there’s something different about Kaohsiung. Its clean, modern, and exploding with art.

My usual plan of action any time I arrive in a new place is to simply get on a public transit and pick a direction, not this time. I found myself just wandering the streets vehemently searching for new angles or a different ally to photograph. I was hooked.

I came to a realization during my stay here. Sunset used to be my witching hour. Between 4ish to 8ish I used to have this nervous anxiety. A fear of missing out. I typically looked around and said to myself “What trouble can i get myself into tonight?” Those thoughts would typically lead me to bad decisions. Now I typically look for a coastline to go watch the sunset. I find peace in watching the sun go down, gratitude for an other day on this planet. Reflection on events of the day and where I would like to improve tomorrow. One day at a time.