Dante swore to himself when he left Taiwan that he wouldn’t marry Jade. He remembered the exact moment that he vowed to himself not to marry her. She was bent over in his apartment sweeping the floor. At that moment, Dante was saw a crudeness in her, something that wouldn’t age well, he thought. He promised himself silently, that he wouldn’t marry her. Afterall, she didn’t ever seem to understand who he really was. She didn’t see his deeper side, he thought. She had some notion of what boys are like and just expected him to act that way. These pleads to himself were unheaded. They did marry.
As hospitable and interesting as Taiwan had been to him, the charm started to fade after 2 years. Dante started to feel a strong sense of alienation to the place and the people. He realized how American he was and thought of all the things he liked about America. Taipei seemed stagnant and shallow. The sense of humor was different. The street life that once thrilled him now just seemed predictable.
I better head back to the States and start a life there before it’s too late, Dante thought. Jade was upset by this plan
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