I have awesome friends and family!

I have quite a few friends and family members that would drop everything and run to my rescue when I need them. I’ve tested it many times before.. hahahha. Not on purpose of course. Some of them are no longer near me, geez, so many different cities and states now. Before it was just Minnesota, but now it’s Seattle, Sacramento, Irvine, New York, etc.

Thank goodness I still have a handful of them here. I had an incident on Monday where I needed some instant relief… I called uyen right away because I knew she doesn’t work Mondays. I thought about driving to her house, but I couldn’t drive in my condition. She came over and we just hung out like old times.

There are a few others I could have called.. my cousin-in-law, Jill, Thang, Anna, Sophia, Tram, Ty, etc. looking at the list, besides thang, I’ve shared beds with these people on numerous occasions.. hahahah.

Thang email made me teary eyed, asking me if I’m okay and if I want to watch any movies, he’ll download them for me.. hahahah. Such a sweet and dependable friend.

Thanks for being so awesome!! for loving, supporting, and being there for me...I love you guys!

I’m sitting here shaking my head b/c I remember a comment someone made about me. The person was like, I’m a good blank blank person so I have a lot of friends; however, I don’t know about you.  I now laugh at how dumb the person’s comment is.  I don’t need to prove it to that person nor anyone.

Anywho, life for me has been busy.. my roommate moved out so the past two days I’ve been helping her resituate.. she moved out a week and a half ago and it was hard for my family to let her go.. I myself didn’t want her to go even though with her moving out would mean that I get my room back, but I would rather that she stayed. Don’t get me wrong, I miss my room dearly and I tend to vent to my bf about it when I find myself needing/missing my room, but overall I’ve learn to adapt to the hole in the wall downstairs and am fine with it.

 So when she moved out, I texted her and told her to call me when she wants to go buy stuff for her room.. I’ve done my fair share of moving around, so I know how it feels. She didn’t call me, so on Sunday when I got back from Napa I asked again and we ended up going to ikea… the whole time there she listened to me whine about how much I miss my boyfriend, how much I wanted to call him, how I’ve changed my taste in things because of him, etc.  She knew I needed it, so she just let me ramble and laughed every now and then.  

When we got back to her place, I was a little shock at her living condition. I mean, it’s a descent place, but at the moment it’s not livable for her. She has been sleeping there for 5 days and I thought she would have a comfortable bed, pillows, blankets, etc., but nope not what I pictured. It’s cold in Portland right now and it’s an old house, the girl must have been freezing! She’s from Vietnam, this weather isn’t what she’s used to. She’s from a wealthy family who lives life like a princess. She must have been so homesick, felt so useless not being able to go around and buy the things she needed. Examining the situation, I already knew the answers I was looking for- she didn’t want to call me b/c she felt obligated to wait for her soon to be aunt in law.. calling me would be a bit rude in some people’s eyes b/c her aunt said that she’ll take care of everything. I finally said, “come home Ty.”  That was when it all came out, she told me she didn’t really want to leave, but felt like she had no choice. In the end she reassured me she’ll be okay and I was like, “Are you sure? You are always welcome at my house, you can stay until we get you more situated and make this room more livable. I know how hard it is to be in a foreign country, to feel helpless, to get homesick, trust me, I know.” It reminded me so much of the time when I moved to California and Spain. Especially when I got homesick because I couldn’t do what I normally do, I couldn’t even go to a grocery store to buy food. I couldn’t walk to places, couldn’t take the bus because it doesn’t really exist… it was horrible. I remember calling home crying to my mom and my mom told my siblings and they called to comfort me. I remember it so clearly, my older brother’s first few sentences were, “Are you okay? Mom called me and told me you’re homesick. I’m in shock because you’re such a strong person… out of all people I wouldn’t think you would be homesick.”

That night she came home and slept with me. My co-workers thought I was crazy.  To me, it’s not crazy. If I had someone to help me get situated a bit more, I wouldn’t have been miserable the first month in cali.  There are certain things you can do on your own and there are certain things you need help with. If her parents knew, they would be heartbroken. I’m not her mom, nor her guardian; I’m just a friend helping her out until she’s situated with basic needs.