It seems my body is dying to put on it’s chubber coat for winter. This “season” thing is bizarre…one REALLY does put their white pants and flip flops to the back of the closet. Three months ago I was a blistering hot mess and now I’m a shivering, bundled-up mess.
As I was walking through Xintiandi to get my morning ka fe zai Xing be ke (coffee at Starbucks) there is one particular restaurant that has a speaker outside and they always play American music, even though the restaurant is called Nice (as in the city in France, not a personality trait). This morning they were blasting Phil Collins (there are some names you think you’ll never have to type, you know what I mean?). “So take a look at me nooooow, there’s just an empty space. There’s nothing leeeeft here to remiiiind me” you get the idea. It just made me want to cry. Must be that time of the month.