Good Sunday morning! Welcome to another weekend of #weekendcoffeeshare. Come in for a cup of steamy hot coffee, tea, cocoa, or whatever. I’m still doing the coffee with unsweetened almond milk thing.
If we were having coffee, I would apologize for the mess on my kitchen counter. My aunts and cousin arrived last Wednesday (four days ago) and still haven’t put away their stuff.
Remember I mentioned last weekend about enjoying my last three days of freedom? Well, initially, I half thought this time would be different. I thought my aunt would be a little open-minded by now, a little more adaptable to new environment, and would be prepared to her new life in the U.S.
After four days, I feel like shipping both of my aunts back to China. My cousin’s okay. He’s cool. He can stay. My aunts, on the other hand, let’s just say, I feel like I have been placed under a microscope. My every action had been harshly judged during the past four days. It’s like someone had gone away and made two copies of my mom.
“You run like a crab.”
“Don’t do so many steps per day. You’ll hurt yourself.” That one really annoyed me because I’m not doing anything extreme, just my standard daily 30 minutes run/walk on the treadmill. It makes me feel like they don’t want me to exercise because they fear I’ll get skinny and can no longer be called a “fat girl”.
Or maybe I’m just being paranoid…
Or maybe the sudden constant crowd in my home is getting to me because I’m an introvert and I don’t do crowd and it’s been just me and my mom for the past 17 years.
Or perhaps my aunt’s (mom’s second sister) reluctance to adapt and change is getting to me. Maybe it’ll eventually get better? But for now, she seems to require everyone to stick to a meal schedule of breakfast at 8 am, lunch at noon, and dinner at exactly 6 pm. I haven’t stuck to her schedule though. I had to skip two meals so far because I was simply not hungry and I’m used to fasting.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you my mom is helping my cousin to pick out a college, from which he will earn a second Bachelor degree. No one is helping him to pick out his major though, lucky guy. None of them wants my cousin to have any regrets. His father picked the major for his first degree for him and he didn’t enjoy it one bit.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I’m looking forward to next week. Why? It’s Christmas. It doesn’t matter if I’m the only one in this household that actually celebrate the true meaning of Christmas. Christmas is Christmas and there’s no way I’m becoming a version of Scrooge just because none of the other people under my roof doesn’t celebrate Christmas.
I’ll be crossing my fingers in hopes of a miracle.
If we were having coffee or whatever hot beverage of your desire, I would tell you thank you for dropping by and I will once again try my hardest to come back in 6 or 7 days.