My first impression of Memphis – People lived in a wooden house!

The first day arriving in Memphis I stayed at my aunt’s house where I felt kind of insecure to sleep in. Why? The house was built in woods. To Americans, it is absolute common to them but to me, from an island country which has twenty to thirty felt-earthquakes a year, wooden house was a totally different and hard to adjust to experience to me. All of housing in Taiwan was in concrete and steel.

I couldn’t help to worry about any fatal accidents which might happen, for example, a drunk driver lost control of his car and dashed into the house or some lunatic carried a gun and swept shooting in the street. I tossed and turned all night long and did not know if it was because I missed my family too much or too worried about the wooden house.