A couple posts ago (I post every day so can use the words post and day the same!) I started telling the story about my first day in America. My future husband’s brother picked us up from the Detroit airport and took us to his house to visit and meet. After a while, we left for the half hour drive to what would be my home. It had been a very long day. The flight from Shanghai takes about 17 hours with a stop in Tokyo. But that’s not including getting to the airport in China, waiting for our plane to board and take off; Then on the other end going though Immigration and waiting for our bags. I was moving, so had packed up and shipped several boxes of my most important things, but those wouldn’t show up for a month or more. So the only thing of mine in the whole country was what I could stuff into 2 suitcases and a carryon bag! But I was soon to be a homeowner for the first time in my life! What could be better? And then, I saw the house! My future brother-in-law’s house we had just left was pretty new and huge! When we pulled into the driveway in the very small town and I saw the little yellow house, I wondered what I had done!
I had seen pictures, so knew a bit of what to expect. But this house was much older than I realized. Like 100 years old kind of old. That’s just a short time compared to something like the Great Wall or Forbidden City but for America, it was definitely up there in age. Then we went inside and I really wondered if I’d just made a huge mistake! What a MESS! My fiancé had been living in the house by his self, and had been away with me in China for quite a while, but I was totally unprepared for what I saw. There was stuff EVERYWHERE! A huge pile of empty plastic bags was in the kitchen. He didn’t have much furniture and what he did have wasn’t very nice. The house had two floors but the upper one didn’t have any bed in the bedroom or any other furniture. And it was just as messy as the first floor. I was super tired and worn out from the long day, and when I saw this I just started to cry. I knew my guy was a good man, but I would have to whip him into shape immediately if he was to become my husband!
I was tired and sad and a bit angry. And a LOT hungry! Since we didn’t have any food in the house we went out to eat. I had tasted quite a bit of western food in Shanghai. There are restaurants there with every kind of food from all over the world. So for this first meal in my new country, my fiancé took me to a Mexican restaurant in our tiny town. He figured they had rice, and I liked rice, so maybe I would like the food here. Maybe it was because of my mood and the long day, but I hated it! Now along with all the other troubles, I would probably starve here because the food was terrible! Of course now I eat and like all kinds of food. We even celebrate the anniversary of this first night every year by going out for Mexican food, and I’m happy to say that it’s very delicious. By this time, I was almost falling asleep in my rice and beans so we went back to my “nightmare” house. We did have a small bed in one of the first floor bedrooms and I was able to take a shower and finally lie down, but it was a very bad ending to a very long day. Like most bad days, things always look brighter the next morning and that was true for me. But you’ll have to come back tomorrow to find out more about my next adventure in small town America!
Blue shirt @China
Bag @Nordstrom Rack
Strength Elephant Charm Bracelet @My Arm Charms