It’s been a good three months since his visit, and now he’s back in Brazil :'(. I’ve been soooo busy you know curing cancer, saving the world, and since I’m such an important person I did not have time to write in this beautiful blog (can you hear the sarcasm in my voice). Anyways, I was a little busy, and I was saving someone’s world, his. I’m going to try really hard to recall this trip when he was here. Let’s first start off with our little vacation in Minnesota and New York City, then I will cover the biggest story of all, meeting my family! Dun, Dun, Dun!!!!
♫ What you gon’ do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,Get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out) ♫
Sorry! I promise I’ll try to stay on track. So we finally got out of the airport and went to one of my favorite restaurant in St. Paul. I could not wait to feed his skinny ass all the yummy food in my world! Since he’s never tried pho before (if this is foreign to you, look it up!), and it’s one of my favorite dishes and I told him he had to have it even though it was a hot ass day. Yes, I did, I demand it from him. I said, “if you don’t order that freaking bowl of pho, I will shove it down your throat!” You should’ve seen his face, he was in such terror that he ate that bowl of pho pretty quickly. I was totallllly kidding, I would never do that to him and I would never be THAT demanding 🙂 Actually, being the sweet and thoughtful person that he is he decided to eat pho all by himself. I was so excited and happy to have him there, indulging in my world. However, most importantly I was just happy because he CHOSE to be here and he wanted to be here. That meant the world to me and I love him for always showing interests in all the things that I do, and anything that has a connection to me.
After eating we went and checked into our hotel. I knew he was jet lagged because he flew from South Korea all the way to Brazil, rested for two days, then flew another 10 hours from Brazil to USA. Sighhhh, how lucky am I to have someone go through all that traveling and sleep deprivation for huh? 🙂 We decided to just stay in and watch a movie, but we failed because we took a long afternoon nap instead. We wouldn’t be us if we didn’t have a couple of “fails” in our missions. Do you know what time it is? Backstory time, sorry I always have a backstory time. . . bear with me:
When I was still studying aboard in Seoul we were heading to my goodbye dinner with some friends and we were already on a time crunch. . .
Backstory’s backstory: Okay, here’s the thing in my culture there’s thing call “Hmong-time” it’s when you set a time to meet, let’s say 2pm, but a Hmong person would actually show up an hour later. Hence, how it got its name. I thought this was just a “Hmong” person thing, but boy was I wrong! When I met Filipe he would always be late to everything. We would say, “let’s meet at 7pm for dinner.” He would show up 20 mins after the initial time, and he always say, “sorry, this is Brazilian time.” He’s lucky I understood that concept because I’ve lived my life according to this “special time” too, Hmong time. If it was another girl from another culture she would’ve gotten annoyed of his punctuality issues.
Okay, so we were running late (never have a Hmong person and a Brazilian person together, they won’t be on time) and we were trying to find the fastest way to get there by subway. I found a route, and of course he always have to double check my credibility. He suggested we take a different more “efficient” route so for the sake of time and proving that “I’m always right” we took his route. That route took us the opposite direction so we showed up about 40 minutes late to my own dinner party. He did feel really bad and was really embarrassed about it, but he’s lucky he’s so cute I couldn’t even be mad if I wanted to.
Therefore, when we are together beware there will always be a few fails to our attempted missions. That’s just us, and without it we would never have any stories to tell or any fun memories to remember. So after we woke up from the nap we went down to the restaurant and had late dinner. It was so good!! I had steak and he had a burger, of course our preferred meals.
The next day, after a well rested night he took me shopping! A girl’s best friend, shopping. I was so grateful because I knew he’ was still jet lagged, but he strolled around Mall of America with me for four agonizing hours helping me find outfits, and giving me his opinions. I love that he has good taste too, I love shopping with him. For the next few days we just relaxed, ate, hung out with my friends, and enjoyed each other’s company.
Finally, our flight was at 6 AM so we had to wake up early (he wasn’t too pleased about that), and drove ourselves to the airport. Since I was such a nice girlfriend, I packed all his stuff the night before because he was too tired, and also because he is the king of procrastination. Like I told him, I have never really cared to pack for anyone, not even myself because I hate packing, but for him and only him I did. Love really change people. We arrived at the airport and went through all the security/custom and finally found our gate and boarded our flight! We finally arrived in New York City baby!
♫ Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There’s nothing you can’t do, Now you’re in New York! These streets will make you feel brand new, Big lights will inspire you, Hear it for New York! ♫
We devoured the city, ate yummy food, and walked all over New York City! It was an amazing trip, but it was only amazing because it was with him. Like I told him it doesn’t matter where we go or where we are in this world, as long as I am with him it will always feel like home. There were a few situations that happened while we were there or should I say failed missions.
1. I’ve never ever took a shiat while he was in the next room, nor did I ever fart in front of him voluntarily. I did a few times when I fell asleep, which was involuntary and I had no control over that!!! I know embarrassing much? I can’t seem to stop humiliating myself. However, this was making me really anxious because I didn’t want to take a dump at all, but I really had to go so I just gave up and went. I already humiliated myself enough times before, so why would this time be any different right? As I was squatting and doing my “business” he texted me, “hey how’s sitting on your throne?” I laughed so loud because he made this very embarrassing moment for me a funny one, and I love that about him. He’s capable of making any situation into a funny and comfortable one. After breaking my “take a dump while my boyfriend is in the next room’s” virginity I never felt more relieved in my life, and for the rest of the trip I was able to be myself. That is taking a dump multiple times a day without feeling embarrassed. Yes! my secret is out! I can shit in peace.
2. We were planning to go to the statue of liberty and have a romantic picnic at Central Park. In between those two things I was going to take him to Mozart’s concert at Avery Fisher Hall. So on our second day there we were supposed to go to the Statue of Liberty, but we woke up a little too late and laid in bed for an extra two hours before really getting up, so we missed the last ferry to see the Statue of Liberty. However, we decided to go to China town and get lunch and explored a little. We sat down at this park after lunch and we were talking about what we were going to do for the day and something seemed off because we all of sudden had a chunk of free time. We started talking about using that time to go to Central Park and rent bikes to ride around the park, then it hit me! DUH! we had to go to the Mozart concert later and that’s why we couldn’t go to Centeral Park that day! Good thing I caught that otherwise we would’ve missed a great show and had to stamp another “fail” to our adventure.
3. The last fail of our trip, Central Park. In my mind I imagined us riding bikes around the park with the wind in my hair, and the sun shinning on my body as we laugh and smile at each other. Doesn’t that sound so purrrrfect? Well, I didn’t get any of that! We fell asleep again and when we woke up the sun was already setting. So we hurried and got on the subway to try to make it there before the sun disappeared. Since he always have to confirm my direction skills we went the opposite way again (oh no! Korea flash backs). When we got there the sun was gone and people were leaving the park already. We found a nice place to sit down and eat, as romantic as it sound eating under the moonlight and gazing into each other’s eyes it was not at first. We were getting bit by misquotes, we were tired and cranky from jumping from subway to subway. During our meal a park security person started shouting something, and I was confused because I was wondering who she was shouting at. Then she ran over shouting, “Hey! Hey!!! you can’t be in here there’s a fence, which means it’s closed after sunset.” Thanks lady! ruined our almost romantic picnic. We packed up our stuff and walked over to a bench and finished
eating, and that’s when the romantic stuff happened. As we got done eating, he grabbed my hands and looked me deep into my eyes and got down on one knee. . . and NO that didn’t happen! I got you huh? At least not yet (evil laugh)! We just sat there under the stars and talked about our future plans and how much we loved each other; that to me, was perfect. Even though we didn’t get to do all of the romantic stuff I imagined us to do, that moment we shared during that summer night in Central Park was absolutely magical. The simplicity of how he just held me, and the way he looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes I just knew we were meant to be together. In that moment I knew he was the love of my life, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him just doing these simple things together.
After many days in New York City, the city that never sleeps, we were happy to be coming back home to my small town in Wisconsin. When we flew from Chicago to Minnesota he ended up sitting behind me instead of next to me, and I remembered that whole hour and forty-five minutes I missed him so much. I kept turning around and looking at him, and I just wanted to hold his hand through that tiny little crack between the seats. As soon as we landed I grabbed him and hugged him tightly. That’s how I know I want to be with him forever, because I have never loved anyone the way I love him. I never want to stray from him for a second.
Part 3, meeting my family coming soon.