Because I miss Maryann, and because I lay awake at night thinking, “I need to write all this down because my mind is being b-l-o-w-n every day,” but then I fall asleep because it’s wearing me out, man! Because of all that, it’s back to lists.
Project: Spending my life savings at IKEA. It’s one of the few places I can pick up several items on my list at a time, which makes me feel wildly productive. Related: Americans, especially locavore Seattleites, lament the loss of mom-and-pop shops that specialize in curtains and only curtains. You know when I do not feel warm and fuzzy about small business? When I’m moving into a new place. I admit that I have tasted the Kool-Aid of one-stop shopping at Target, and I can’t imagine anything more blissful right now. Partly because I’m not able to tell whether the small shops here in Hong Kong are mom-and-pop-ish or if they are basically just a bunch of Walmarts broken into tiny locations.
Movie: About Time! We are halfway through it and need to steal a night to finish up, but I am so nervous about what’s going to happen. I want them to be together and have zero problems and only perfection in this movie–how can you not root for this guy?
Food: I ate my weight in lumpia last night. I may be the last to the lumpia party, but I am certainly willing to make up for lost time here.
Drink: Boiled water. I don’t know why we are boiling it, except it’s the thing to do. Apparently the water in Hong Kong is perfectly safe, but once you see people ordering bottled in a restaurant, it’s hard to undo the anxiety.
Celebrity Crush: See that guy.
Obsession: Going down my elevator, walking outside, and counting how long it takes to find a taxi. Because it is SO FAST, and it’s a little bit of magic. And once I’m in the taxi, I am obsessed with this app called Taxi Cards, which pulls up any address in Chinese! I will never get lost again!
Book: Delancey, since the homesickness is still definitely a reality, albeit less of a heartbreaker at the moment. I should be reading Unbroken for my new (!) book club, but I can’t pull myself away from the pizza talk.
Thankfulness: When I look out our living room window, I see this gigantic green mountain, and pretty much nothing else. In a sardine-city like Hong Kong, I count myself quite lucky to have a view of anything but air conditioners. Also, it’s incredibly safe here. For one thing, guns are completely illegal, and I can’t tell you how much safer it’s made me feel. Funny how no guns yields no gun violence. (I can’t help myself!)
Fashion: Is it wrong if I just give in to the craze that is Crocs in Asia? Please tell me that it’s coming back around at home, too. Why did they ever stop being wonderful in my mind? It’s like marshmallows for your feet. How can that be wrong?
TV show: Meh. YouTube? Except, the Food Network’s YouTube channel isn’t viewable here. When I called to ask about American cable options, the man thought I would really enjoy the channel called “Hollywood Hits” since, ahem. Nicolas Cage was on the brochure, so we are saving our money for now. Everything else is in Chinese.
Music: A little Whitney Houston, a little Caspar Babypants. Okay, a lot of the Frozen soundtrack.
Wishlist: A little J.Crew never hurt anybody.
Indulgence: Daily dips in our pool. (What is this life???)
Reminder: As my friend Julie reminded me this morning, these moving-to-another-country stories are going to be shaping me for the rest of my life. I wonder how I’ll remember all this when I’m 75? I know, at the very least, I will always be pro-swimming pool.