I had been back from China for a few days and this was the first night I got to see you. It was the day after Christmas. We had been texting since I got back and you had told me that missed hanging out with me. You also said that you would miss me before I left. It was nice to hear. I thought about you a lot when I was in China. I didn’t like not being able to communicate much those two weeks. t was happy to be back and doing things with you again.
You made dinner for me that night. As you were finishing up with preparing for dinner I told you about my trip. I told you about being scammed at the teahouse and how it didn’t quite live up to what I remembered. It felt different and the nostalgia from ten years ago no longer resonated with me. I learned some lessons from the trip and I had no desire to go back to China anymore. Maybe if I went with you…
I brought you back those lucky lions “dragons” because we had such a debate on what kind of creature they really were. I wasn’t expecting anything from you for Christmas so I was surprised when you gave me presents. It was so thoughtful. You got me the book of places to travel in the U.S., the treats for my pets, the orange watch that I regrettably lost the next evening when I was out, and that Ritz tin as mockery of my Secret Santa gift in first grade. This was the first glimpse of your amazing gift-giving skills. I didn’t experience your wrapping skills yet.
I was so glad to be home. It felt comfortable and right to be where you were.
