Monday was the one week anniversary of the earthquake. At 2:28pm, all of the cars/buses/ferries blared their horns for three minutes. You could hear it 33 floors up in the office. Even though we’re close (well, closer than the States), I feel like Hong Kong is so far removed from the disaster. It’s constantly on the news and there are volunteers collecting money on the street corners, but we could be in the US for all I know.
Mary headed back to Chicago today. Living with your mother-in-law. On a 13 hour time difference. For 4 ½ weeks. In a 1500 sq foot apartment. In an unfamiliar area. Come on. You’re all waiting to hear the horror stories. Considering that I can’t stand to be with anyone other than Chris or Nick for more than 3 days in a row, there should be some stories! But you know, for two gals in a foreign country with a 3 ½ yr old, we didn’t do too badly. We had our little routine. I’d get up in the a.m. and get ready for work. She’d go out to get her coffee. She’d come back a few minutes before I had to leave for the day. We’d check in with each other once a day and then I’d come home with dinner or latch on to whatever they had eaten. We’d chat for a bit (while Nick yelled “too loud” because he couldn’t hear the TV over our talking) enjoy a glass of wine and then head to bed. On the weekends we’d all head out for some exploring one day and let Grammy have a sans-Nick day the next. Then meet up again for dinner that night. Now, Mary might have her own blog, where she’s saying something completely different… When I first brought up this trip to Mary, she immediately said “I’ll be there”. Even after the trip changed locations, dates and threatened to die all together. I love that Mary never hesitated on coming on this trip so that Nick could be with his mom. And without that, this trip probably never would have happened. Thank you Mary! Love you! And safe travels home. I’ll see you in Florida!
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