Before you exclaim "Jesus, how many posts does she want to write in a day?", I know it is pretty ridiculous that I've written three posts in a day. People, I am still on vacation, and if you had visited Boston, you would've known how tedious life could be at this place. Bear with me and I promise you this will die down soon.
Some of you may not be aware, but being outside of America is very inconvenient even in this highly interconnected, technological age. Due to security reasons (us cunning and mercenary chinese fellas make very good use of resources online to make money), I did not have access to a lot of the websites I frequently browse. For example, PANDORA! For the first couple of days in Hong Kong, I felt rather incomplete without music from pandora (wow that sounds pathetic). Other that music videos and songs, I am also not authorized to watch American TV shows online! How Terrible! When all these familiar resources and websites are stripped away from me, I started to realize how much my life revolves around American culture, to a remarkable extent that I had lived in dismay for a few days wanting to go back "home" as soon as possible.
Sitting on my bed in my pjs and my hair being absolutely disheveled, I watched a new How I Met Your Mother episode - "Benefit". I could not help but sat there in astonishment for a few minutes before I could utter any words to my friends online about the show. The first thing I could say was "awwwwwww....Barney". Neil Patrick Harris is my man. He might be one of the reasons that had made me love America (okay that was a little bit of an exaggeration but not entirely inaccurate).
I was at the mall the other day and we drove passed a Chipotle in Natick (I was surprised that they opened up a branch in Massachusetts, actually). I was overjoyed and commanded my uncle to stop the car immediately (yes, it was a command because nothing could stop me from getting a chipotle burrito). You cannot understand how satisfied I was when I was devouring that burrito. It was simply orgasmic.
I cannot wait to go back to NYC to spend my days at this hungarian pastry shop where they refill your coffee for you for free. I can't wait to go to these underground concerts. I can't wait to go to some Jazz bars in town. I can't wait to go snowboarding. I can't wait to visit MOMA and go to Van Gogh's exhibition. I attempted to search for some parallels in Hong Kong to make that place more homey, but it was just a completely different sensation.
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for one time i realize im caught
ReplyDeleteim also known for being independent, perhaps to a lesser degree than you are.
but in this relationship that im in, coming to the start of a fifth year (!!!!) i think im losing myself and i try so hard to strive for more independence, i know i already have more power between the two of us- bill and i- but its just not enough. is the relationship tying me down? but can i get out? will i survive? And at the same time i have this stupid pride that I cannot let go.
deadly confused
thanks for sharing
definitely needed
serena