CURRENTLY:
Packing for the motherland. 21 days in a country I haven’t been since I was 5, with folks I haven’t seen in just as long and humidity/temperatures I could never fathom in my craziest of nightmares. I’m not sure if this feeling at the pit of my stomach is from the giant bowl of ramen I ate for dinner or my increasing fear at epically disappointing all our relatives back home with my shitty Chinese, overall chubbiness and the suspiciously large quantities of melanin my body is currently withholding.
While I find solace in imagining that I was probably the favoritest grandchild (hehe) the second my cousin touches down with his impeccable Chinese, French, Spanish and stories of business school, I’m definitely going to look like an ungrateful, white-washed bastard child who needs to step her game up. At least I have 11days to ride out the grandparental love until then!