Over the past couple of months I’ve been taking a break from many “regulars” in my life… blogging, social media, certain relationships, and Chinese Food. Yes, I just said Chinese Food.
BACKGROUND: There is a little dive of a restaurant (if you can even call it that) in my neighborhood, run by a Chinese family who also live here. Once I found their place almost 2 years ago, I have become somewhat of a staple there… they even know my order each time I come it. [So you don’t think I never try anything new, there’s really only 4 items to choose from when you order] 🙂
Our conversations when I’m there are always a bit limited, as they speak Chinese and only a little Hebrew, but we manage to survive somehow with our Hebrew/Sign Language system. The father, who speaks the least amount of Hebrew, always smiles and asks me to sit down while I wait…. while the daughter usually cooks up my meal.
PRESENT DAY: It’s been about 2 months since I have gone down and ordered Chinese. Blame it on my “summer budget” but I haven’t eaten out in forever, including my Chinese Take Out. Today I decided that I really wanted some Chinese so I walked my butt down there.
As soon as I arrived I was greeted by the father, who immediately said: “Ahhhhhh, How are you? It’s been such a long time since we saw you!” He pulled out the chair and asked me to sit. He then asked me : “Number 3?” to which I replied, “Of course“. The daughter came out, said hi, while the son (who speaks the most Hebrew) and I discussed living in Israel, working, and the Chinese singer who was on the TV (who I still have no idea what her name is, even though he told me a million times).
After my brief re-encounter with my Chinese friends I left with my noodles and a smile on my face. It’s weird to be feeling like I was actually missed by a few people that I barely know, but I honestly felt that way as I walked home….
And it was nice feeling missed.