Sunday the 22nd of January 2006
We went to church this morning at Park Street Church. My sister said it was a Prebyterian service. I had never been to one before. Regardless of the service, I felt a little awkward sitting in the church.
My sister is very pious and devoted to the service of the Lord. She does not impress her views and beliefs unto me, and I respect her for that. There was a time that I was just as devoted, but there is no doubt in my mind that I have lost my way.
It was interesting sitting through the service. After the awkwardness and discomfort, it was…like the glass was filling again, regardless of the same amount of water…it was better than an empty glass.
We went made our way to Chinatown after the service. I was amused — of course we would end up in Chinatown. At least we were going to Dim Sum.
Stephie got us a little turned about, though…so we stopped at a Dunkin’ Donuts first. Considering all the things that have been happening on this trip, I’m not surprised that we are getting breakfast shortly before lunch. It seems to make sense to my sister. And hell, I certainly wanted the coffee.
One of Joanne’s friends was meeting us at Chau Chow City. No, you’re not reading it wrong. Best. Name. Ever.
Colleen was actually Chinese and Filipino like me. We swapped stories about the Philippines. She guesses that our families probably know each other and not in the joking “all Asian families know each other” kind of way. Her family was one of the first to immigrate to the Philippines and they helped many other Chinese find jobs and lives for themselves on the Islands. I told her about our families real last name: “Our real family name is O Young, but when my grandfather moved to the Philippines it becamse Lim.”
“Oh then we must have some kind of connection,” she decided. “Our family name was once Lim and I guess it was given to a lot of the immigrants when they came over.”
Pretty funny.
I was scheduled to leave shortly after lunch. I was reluctant if anything because I would miss my sister.
“You’ll come see me in Indonesia, right?”
“Unless you’re living in a hut. Then I might have to persuade you to stop in Japan on your way back to the States instead.”
Of all my friends, Stephie is probably the most likely to be able to see me while I’m living in Osaka.
I hope she gets the chance to come see me.
If all else fails, I’ve never been to Jakarta.
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