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yhlee, I got your package! Thank you so much! And the chibi voodoo dolls are the best thing ever!

It's raining here again, after two weeks of 80 degree weather, and I miss the sun dreadfully.

Last night it didn't sound like California at all. The howling wind and the rain beating against the walls sounded just like Taiwan, and it was strangely comforting. Of course, it was more comforting because I was in my nice, cozy apartment, as opposed to running errands in the thing. I adore California weather, but a part of me misses the wetness of Taiwan, the howling winds going past the window, whipping all the tree branches so you could see the vulnerable underside of the leaves. For some reason, I particularly miss the sound of the wind, especially when it got so loud it sounded human.

I even miss the typhoons and sitting inside watching the world go grey against the bright green tropical plants. I got a sense of that driving to work today -- there were giant blue-grey clouds rolling overhead, but the fields were bright spring green because of all the rain, and the contrast between the dark sky and the bright grass was very different from standard California scenery.

I've also been rewatching Angel S2 and S3, as well as parts of S1, and I think that (strangely) contributes to my sense of homesickness. I feel so warm and fuzzy when Angel and Cordy and Wesley are all interacting together, and that's what I miss the most about the later seasons. I suppose that's rather like Buffy as well, but while I love the Scoobies, I don't feel the same fuzziness toward them. It's all because I watched Buffy starting from S5, whereas I watched Angel in order. My nostalgic Buffy moments all come in S5, which is a bit weird.

The move, while good, is also hard. I hate change. ( Long talk of past moving history and etc. )