Back home, I tell people that people not like them exist.
‘Did you know that they don’t understand why I would stand in line for 45 min for the best noodles in the world?’
‘Apparently liking food a lot is weird?’
‘One time, I met someone who told me she doesn’t like food with flavor, and that she comes from a place where everybody is like that!’ (This is a true story, and everyone made me tell them that again, like a ghost story they were terrified of)
Some days I feel like I straddle many worlds, and it is most immediately obvious when it comes to.. what and where I eat, and how I have to make the things in between that I cannot have.