I left off the previous entry with some news…ZJ’s employed!
He’s also working at Starbucks, albeit a different location from the one I’m working at. One of the perks of living in suburbia means within a five mile radius of my parent’s there is at least five locations for ZJ to have chosen from. We didn’t want to work at the same one for the obvious reasons, but we can cover for one another, like my sister did for me while battling sickness.
He worked his first days last week, clocking in three work days. It’s going to take some adjusting on all our parts to figure out the drop off and pick up schedule now with everyone working, and that’s the other exciting news: ZJ’s a licensed driver!
We’ve been on local roads for practice, he’s driven himself to work with my company, working out the kinks of the Ford Focus we’re sharing. His father-in-law has offered to be his company, as he’s the one who mainly practiced with my sisters and I when we had our permits.
He took himself to and from work on one occasion so cheers to progress!
We’ve managed to somewhat normalize our weekly routine, and if I hadn’t fell ill, we would have maintained it. Our weeks were consisting of going to the gym, the library and the basketball courts. I’d go to work, with two or three days off, lounging around, reading or working on some big ideas that I’m not yet ready to disclose.
ZJ stayed home, bicycled to nearby towns, and in the last week he’s trying out a borrowed guitar to see if it’s the right fit for him.
To say our life is rather uneventful or uninspiring when compared to life in Xi’an seems justified, however, we spent most of our time as 宅女男, or “homebodies.” We did dine out way more than we do here, but that has more to do with the differences in expense.
A Chinese dinner in Xi’an for the two of us, conservatively, would total five dollars and even less.
Dining out in the US or take out, at least in my family, occured a lot more frequently growing up, still only once or twice a week, and in the last decade it’s around once or twice a month. We don’t live in a town with really great dining options, and sometimes a thirty minute drive just doesn’t feel worthwhile for food.
My parents are pretty impressive cooks, so there hasn’t always been a need to go out to eat.
We’re also working on our cooking expertise. If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll have direct access to glossy pics of the results.
ZJ cooked his first Western protein: chicken thighs. He roasted them in the oven as well as pineapple. The following night we collaborated on a Chinese meal. We use what ingredients we scrounge up at the local market or supermarkets. We had also brought a number of items with us from Xi’an as well as purchasing a few necessities in Chinatown on one of our NYC excursions.
It’s only a bit of good news, but, hey, we’ll take it! Look out for more updates and content as I finally succumb to an editorial calendar. Stay tuned for a write-up and photo essay of a recent family outing…