For the past two weeks Tom and I have been looking for a one bedroom apartment. We are not in a rush, thank God, because if we were and had to move by say, May 1st, I would be crying everyday, a lot. Continue reading “Apartment Hunting in New York City”
It was our anniversary yesterday and I had given Tom the actual day to plan something and taken the Wednesday after for myself (we are going to Briciola, a wine bar, and watching “A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder” at the Walter Kerr Theater).
Then, on Sunday night he said, “Minh and Paul invited us over for Pho on Tuesday.”
“You have it too easy,” my aunt said, said stroking my hair, “You’re not depressed. You just have difficulty.” Continue reading “Taipei Jeans: A Flashback”
A few summers ago in Taiwan, when my aunt had gently shook me awake. It was 9AM and she was about to leave for the office.
“When you and Karen go out today, if you turn left, cross the street.” Continue reading “New York Diary: Neighbors”
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This semester, I’m taking a seminar called “Writing the City.” Before class started the professor gave us an assignment: to take the C or A trains to Nostrand Avenue in Brooklyn and walk “with maximum openness and attention, building a narrative out of what you see, overhear, actual encounters, your insights, responses… The chronicle of a writer’s walk, however you choose to craft it.” Continue reading “Photographs of Brooklyn’s Nostrand Avenue”
The day I left for California, POI took me to lunch at Buvette, one of my favorite cafes in New York. Continue reading “Bon Mots at Buvette: The Best Lunch Date in New York City”
POI, reticent about his family, did tell me this:
“Don’t say anything racist when you meet my mom.”
I’m giving something away here. Continue reading “On Dating: Changes”
It’s apparent, after just two weeks working at my new job: I’m not cut out for this sort of thing. Continue reading “Work, Life”
I scrolled all the way down my Instagram today to some thirty-five weeks ago, when I still lived at home. I stopped at this photograph I took of my grandfather, probably on a Monday or Wednesday afternoon, since those were the days I went and had lunch with him. He’s reading a newspaper clipping with a magnifying glass and though I’m taking a photo of him, I was probably reading something too.
VERY HIGHBROW 