When I first looked at this place I’m living in now, there was only one person and I didn’t see her for at least a week. Now, all four rooms are full and two out of the three other ladies speak English. I’m so lucky!
On Saturday, I did the final bulk of my moving which consisted of calling a taxi and packing it full of all the big things and some bags on sticks like a hobo. When I had hauled everything upstairs and begun re-arranging, my landlady came down from her apartment to see what was going on. She seemed a little concerned with the liberties I was taking with her furniture and flooring (I pulled up the previous tenants’ awful foam puzzle floor), but that might just be her face…
Just a few minutes later, the new chatty girl came home and we started to talk. She had brought two flats of strawberries and so we stood around and ate them in the hallway as they asked me questions and talked about housing matters. The chatty girl is 42, I believe, so girl is not the right word even though she is quite girlish. Because of her age and the age of the other tenant, they were quite amazed at the daring that brought such a child to their doorstep. How did my mom feel? She’s visited me; she’s okay with it. Did I have a boyfriend? At my answer, they immediately got a little fluttery as they brought up the landlady’s sons, neither of whom is married.
Long story short, yesterday Mrs. Lin gave me some bananas and grape juice, and this evening she brought me a plate of really awesome dumplings. I think I’m betrothed, you guys.