We live in #607. They're directly below in #507. We hear each other's kid(s) screaming in the night. From the kitchen, we can distinguish the beat of their heavy cleaver pounding on chopping block, mincing meat in the morning. From the living room, they can distinguish the beat of bad 80s music and ten stamping feet overhead. What? Doesn't every family hold a dance-off in the living room after supper?
Yang is a commercial lawyer, an earnest man, a great conversationalist, and buddies with his wife. She's the only woman he ever dated, his first love.
Yafei is down-to-earth and unguarded which makes for refreshing talks. I like her. Expecting baby number 2 in just a couple months.
Big brother's name is, literally, Finance. Yes, Finance. Two and a half, he's a smiley little bub. That grin in the photo is his neutral face. Probably sleeps with that smile on (except for when he's screaming).
Yang, Yafei and Finance have lived below us for about half a year, and we are very thankful for nice neighbors who are friends too. We hope to become closer pals and share more life together.
counting the graces
thank you Father for
grandpa smiling wide, proud and pushing his pigtailed granddaughter in the stroller
kind reaction from the student affairs office upon informing them I'm quitting the master's program
words and touches of encouragement for Drew after a tough day at work
moments of heart connection with young sons
one unrushed hour alone to think and plan
little walk with Auntie Wang at 8:30pm, it felt spring, yellow street lights, quiet and pleasant