If we were having coffee, I would first apologize for not being here last weekend. I was away on a relaxing vacation away from my current vacation. Haha, it sounds funny when I hear myself say it. I didn’t think I needed it but once I got into that hot spring pool, I knew immediately I belong there. Here are some pictures of last weekend –
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I had an uneventful week. I had spent almost my every waking minute working on my monthly translation project for my work. I hadn’t had to do a lot of translation last year and then this month, boom, it was like they knew I had graduated and on vacation. The workload tripled. This workload made me both glad and frustrated. I am glad because this will help me pay for my trip to Japan in March. I am frustrated because I am spending all my time working instead of doing other things like writing the stories I started two weeks ago as well as other writing projects I’ve started before leaving for China.
But what can I say? Travel money don’t fall from heaven and a trip to Japan won’t come cheap.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I am excited about this weekend. This is the weekend I am going to stay home to read and write. It’s been a while since I’ve read a book or written a good long post and I feel my English is getting rusty the longer I’m in China. So can you blame me for being excited?
If we were having coffee, I would rant about the rude reception I got from my father’s side of the family. We gathered on Friday to sign some papers. When my aunts and grandma arrived and saw me sitting there, they turned their heads as if I didn’t exist. Since I arrived in China, they didn’t call me once to say “how are you” or “do you want to get together”. Isn’t it common decency for families to reunite even if the members don’t get along?
Apparently to them, there’s no such thing as reuniting with someone who you haven’t seen in 15 years. When I sat down next to my grandma, she told me she didn’t recognize me. What a load of sh**, I thought. I haven’t changed since I was 10. Even my uncle who hadn’t seen me in 15 years recognized me on the street. Then she and my aunts began suggesting how I should change my appearance. What? You don’t see me for 15 years and the first thing you say is how I should get a nose job? That’s rudeness taken to another level. I don’t need family like this. I’m not that desperate.
Finally, if we were having coffee, I would share with you some of the marvelous foods I’ve had in the last three weeks since I’ve arrived in this foodie’s paradise I call my hometown – Zhongshan, China.