where cider meets condensed milk
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Family trees
This is a big tree in our yard. It's dying. The big cut-down tomorrow will apparently be the most exciting thing to happen around here since the Power Outage of '06. Yes. I am home. I was so anxious to get here, but on the freezing rain day of arrival at SeaTac, everything looked a bit wrong. Seattle is too green and clean from a Cambodian mindset, too loud and tacky and misplanned for my Japanese self, and too cold for my endless-summer inner thermometer. My ineffective prescription for culture shock and joblessness was this: two solid weeks of moping in conjunction with watching Grey's Anatomy in my jammies. Now I'm working as a coffee girl at Nordstrom. I dress in black and am jittery all day long.

With globehopping on pause for the whole fam simultaneously, I get to hang out with these nice people in Redmond. The parents had a Scandinavian adventure with extended family this summer, and are probably relieved to NOT need to visit Japan ever, ever again. Annabelle returned from her India-and-stuff soujourn last month, and just turned 27. Livi (also doubling as AB's roommate and deadbeat landlord) penciled in 4 hours away from the architecture Nerd Factory to celebrate the occasion in the land of the living. Sars is playing volleyball out in Montana, so it'll be another wait before I can see her. The closest I've come is pulling up the couch to watch her games streaming online every weekend. Maybe the Bobcats will win a game or two soon! Or really, just one game would suffice...
posted by Raychaa @ 9:53 PM  
1 comments:
  • At 1:09 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Um, "Nerd Factory" is not a proper noun... :)

     
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