I decided to post in this blog from now on, until I officially start getting my life in order. You know. After the fleas.
Anyway, I finally made it into my new apartment. It’s a shared apartment on Shanxi South road in Shanghai, and its adjacent to my gym and a fifteen minute walk from my office. I have three roommates that I’m not so excited about. But whatever.
I lived with my Japanese co-worker that offered to give me shelter during my flea epidemic. I can’t tell you how grateful I was for her hospitality, and that of her roommate. Her roommate is a gay Italian/American that is fluent in four languages, plays flamenco and is a theology specialist. I think you already know that he’s a unique individual, and him being a Pisces–well, it was meant to be. We automatically clicked.
The memories made in that apartment will not soon be forgotten. Tomoko, Alex and I all holding hands while we danced the cervica to ancient Greek music. Listening to Alex play guitar as the two of us sat on the couch, our eyes closed, our thoughts lost in the humid, summer air. Coming home to an apartment of strings, flutes, bass and beat. Smelling the sweet aroma of melted cheese and al dente pasta as I walked through the door. Drinking wine on the balcony and gazing at the stars while listening to celtic music.
It was one of those moments that, well, people are lucky to ever have in life. Truly feeling alive. In every sense of the word.
Now I’m back to being solo Mary, since my new roommates seem as interesting as my left foot. Which isn’t very interesting. But oh well.
I work at a big, snazzy Japanese advertising company as the English/Chinese/Japanese translator and interpreter–and dayum, is it hard. Translating is ok, but interpreting is a btch as always. Whenever I have to interpret for the top WPP wigs, I always feel like I’m going to hyperventilate into a heart attack. So far, things are ok, and the more I understand about this strange world called advertising the more I improve in my interpreting studies. I hope it is one of those ‘only time will tell’ type jobs.
The day after tomorrow we’re going on a company trip to Jeju island, and you can bet your socks (yes, I really just said that phrase) that I’m going to drink so much soju and eat so much yakiniku I’ll be physically incarcerated. I need a China break VERY BADLY, and even though we’ll be on a Chinese tour, it will be refreshing to be in a place where Chinese people aren’t smacking in the face or swearing at me on every street corner. Instead, it will be in Korean, so whether the words we nice or not it doesn’t really matter to me–I don’t know what they be sayin.
I tried to post a picture but it aint workin. I’ll post more tomorrow. Time for some Attack on Titan.