I’ve got quite a bit of time to kill as I’m waiting on my haircut. Poor ZJ.
We came into the city with my mom, waking up at 5:30 and heading to the bus around 6:30. ZJ commented on the buses’ deterioration. Since we’ve arrived, he’s also mentioned how old the roads appear…he’s referencing the numerous potholes that Northern New Jersey may actually be famous for.
We arrived in Port Authority Bus Terminal around 7:45. We went our separate ways as my mom headed downtown to work. We meandered our way through Times Square, Rockefeller Center, and stopped to take photos in front of the Empire State Building as I figured at that hour it’d be relatively quiet from the over demanding eyes of tourists.
We did get asked often if we wanted to get on one of the ubiquitous sightseeing buses, go to the Top of the Rock or Empire State Building amongst other landmarks. It’s certainly because ZJ has his Nikon with him; a very polite “no thanks” always did the trick. ZJ noted that no one persistently intrudes and even had some fun with one guy.
Interested in a tour, sir?
No thanks. I’ve got my girl.
I know she’s your girl.
She’s also my tour guide.
He’s already noticed New York City’s smells, litter, and just generally dirtiness. It’s still a city so in true Chinese fashion I’ll say 没办法。呵呵 😄
This entry meant to serve as a gallery of pictures from our welcome home/back party my parents hosted for us on Saturday. Family and friends came by for an assortment of appetizers including my sister’s guacamole, my dad’s BBQ ribs, smoked Mac and Cheese, hamburgers, hot dogs, homemade relish, corn salad, spicy chickpea salad, and an assortment of desserts.
ZJ and my cousin Gabe were kept busy shuffling chairs around, organizing the deck, and cleaning everything the day before and day of the party. My sisters and I also helped out. The party gave us a chance to see family we haven’t seen, ZJ met my closest friends, and experienced, albeit a little bigger than usual, a somewhat typical party my parents might throw. ZJ took a particular liking to my dad’s cousin who served as the sole representative of the Kluger clan.
My parents and youngest sister, I presume, did a fairly good job of informing everyone that ZJ does in fact speak English and really felt that most guests could understand why I fell in love with him. His humor certainly charmed most and he kept up with jokes, sarcasm, and conversation even better than I (certain brands of sarcasm are lost on me)!
The most satisfying part of all is that my best friend not only likes him but that our friendship picked right back up again, as if I hadn’t really been gone for four years. I did see her about a year and a half ago when I was home for three weeks two winters ago, but as I’ve likely mentioned, I felt like a tourist in my own country during such a short stay.
For the party, I wore a 旗袍 ZJ had bought for all of us (my mom and sisters are included). Most of the conversation covered what we plan on doing as far as work is concerned and ZJ’s status. I felt a little overwhelmed about these types of conversation as I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of it: life, finances, marriage, living at home, expenses, job path, ZJ’s stuff, to just name a few.
Part of me is still hard wired to think, behave, react with Chinese mannerisms, therefore I feel I need more time to reinstall software, or at least, learn to balance the two contrasting communication styles, as I don’t want to lose all that I gained as far as communication and behaviors that ultimately positively contribute to my personal and professional growth.