all i want for christmas is....a piano. since dancing is not always the most feasibly immediate thing to do, i think the piano...or rather the desire to play the piano...has become the next best de-stressor to dancing. i bought a keyboard a couple of months ago, but it only has half the keys as a real piano. and the quality of sound just gives it this real cheesy effect.
does anyone in nyc own a piano? it must be so hard to have one...space is so limited, and neighbors come-a-knockin easily. maybe i should get a bigger, better keyboard. hmm....what fun. amazing fun.
home is home. every time i go home, i rediscover a few things..."gawd, i'm so lucky...to have such an awesome family that is full of love and joy...to have a beautiful home to share with my family"...."i miss the peace and tranquility of suburbia"..."but suburbia is too mundane for me right now"...and the best rediscovery..."my parents are SO SO SO cute."
they are getting to that "grandparent" looking stage...and it's just crazy how much i take them for granted. how their lives are really a true testament to sacrifice. i really have no clue what it's like to work that hard....i think i was finally connected to my parents on another level when i visited the house my dad grew up in on the outskirts of Taichung bout 2 years ago. walking along the 2 mile path (previously a gravel path, now a paved road for vehicles) that my father used to treck every day to school...without shoes...sitting on the wooden mat (the size of a long queen sized bed today) that he would share with his mother, father, and 4 to 5 siblings every night...reading (or viewing rather, hehe) the family history of 11 generations being in Taiwan....
all the stories that seemed so so far away and so "outlandish" were made such a reality. it was such a blessing being a step closer to understanding how differently and modestly my parents grew up. the reason i bring this up now? because i so easily forget it. i forget what they did...what they continue do...and what they will do for my children in the daily grind of things. so sometimes i really need to stop. clear my mind of the mistakes i made at work today or how much money i don't have right now or trying to find mr.right...
cheesy yes i am. but seriously. this is ny...i feel like people are so unsatisfied here. not necessarily unhappy. but just unsatisfied...well the being unsatisfied usually translates to unhappiness. this is most obvious in the workplace...do people's hours realllly have to be 9am-9pm? but just in interacting with people...people watching...whatever, people always want so much more. people need to chill out more here.
the grass is always greener on the other side i guess. but maybe we're all just color blind.
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