Day 263: Reunited

Thanks to getting only two hours of sleep, I passed out on the flight from Boston to Baltimore. It’s rare that I sleep so soundly from take-off to landing, but I suppose a 7:45 a.m. flight always helps. Some background: I went home this weekend to attend a funeral for my great grandmother who passed away a few weeks ago.

After picking me up from BWI, my mom went to the warehouse quickly to do some work while I spent the brief time we were there to catch up on copy editing for the Buzz.

Before the ceremony at 1 p.m., my parents and I joined her uncle and brother at a pho restaurant, where I finally tried the dish she always orders whenever we go to a pho restaurant—not pho but a spicy beef noodle soup that I don’t actually know the English name for. It tasted great (though it may have had MSG considering how my mouth felt afterward, but didn’t need to drink a lot of water during the meal). I’m not sure I would order this every time I eat at a pho restaurant, but I would order it again.

Beef noodle soup at Pho Van in Catonsville
My mom’s favorite Vietnamese dish.

The weather today was particularly hot—about 75 degrees and sunny. I wasn’t that close with my great grandmother near the end of her years, but I remember visiting her often when we were younger and before she moved to California.

Literally every one of my family members (“cousins”) that we saw again after years of not seeing each other said I looked exactly like my mom. Every single one.

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We went to one of the only decent Chinese restaurants in Maryland at 4 p.m. for dinner. We didn’t start eating till around 5 but I’m so grateful for the early dinner because by 6 p.m., exhaustion from getting essentially no sleep hit me. My dad must have noticed when I could hardly keep my head up and thankfully suggested that my sister and I leave first. Plus, as many ABCs have experienced, dinners like these always last for hours after everyone has finished eating because people continue talking and talking, while the ABC children look bored to death, waiting for it to end. It felt like we were children again, because although I gave my best efforts to at least keep up, if not participate given my lack of fluency, in the conversations, my energy had diminished to nothing by the time we finished eating. I couldn’t keep up anymore.

But it was still nice to just be with my family again, even if only for a day.

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During dinner, we also got a chance to take a closer look at the envelope of pictures that my grandmother’s sister had collected and gave us during the ceremony. Most were of me, because she had apparently taken care of me for most of my toddler years, when my parents were in their beginning years of their business. The photos were hilarious. I thought I was a pretty ugly baby, but my sister was even uglier. LOL.2014-09-20 16.07.07

After our early escape, my sister suggested going to get froyo. I agreed, even though I was so tired, until I asked if she has ever tried bingsoo (shaved ice). Surprisingly, she asked if there was a place to get that now, and of course, being on a road full of Korean restaurants and stores, I said there were two.

We ended up getting some delicious red bean bingsoo before heading home.

Red bean bingsoo at Shilla Bakery in MD

I intended to only nap for an hour at 8 p.m. and then wake up to desperately catch up on work—that is, until I woke up at 11 p.m., realizing I had overslept by two hours and then thought, “Screw it. I’m sleeping.”

Sleep never felt so rewarding. But now I am even more desperate to catch up on work.