REUNITED

Serena & Kyle are back! 686 days apart.Now, REUNITED. The last time we saw each other, January 21st, 2020, no one knew a thing about any COVID-19 or pandemic. Don’t give up, don’t ever give up…

687

Quarantine Day XIV: Day of Hotel Departure & Day of REUNION! 687 Days separated from Serena In 5 hours, I step outside this hotel room for the first time in 2 full weeks. Then, I head home…home at least temporarily being my girlfriend’s studio apartment in Jiuting! Fun Fact: Jiuting is a large neighborhood (such…

HOPE

Quarantine Day XI 685 days since my girlfriend Serena & I were last together. Approximately 75 hours until we reunite. BELIEVE

The Triumphant Return, Part II (November 26th)

Quarantine Day III The Triumphant Return, continued from yesterday Pudong Airport Pandemic Protocols 8.Pre-checkpoint for “Health Quarantine” zone (right where we used to all shoot down escalator to show passports) >> lab results checked 9.Checkpoint for Quarantine —15+ thermograph temperature check cameras in front of us. Every single airport employee from customs and immigration to…

The Triumphant Return

November 25th, Thanksgiving Day Quarantine, Day I Sometimes, 1 minute changes the course of your life. After all this—674 pandemic days away—Operation Triumphant Return begins bearing fruit. My girlfriend is no longer 8,500 miles away.Now, it’s more like 8-10. Yet, the separation continues for two additional weeks. Much, much more to come. Patience, Daniel-san. Patience.

American Exceptionalism At Its Best

“American Exceptionalism At Its Best” E Pluribus Unum. Out of many, One. The American democratic experiment has indeed been exceptional. Although our deadliest war was the one against ourselves—with over 600,000 Americans dying while fighting fellow Americans in the Civil War—we are also a nation of tremendous compassion. We lead the world in developing and…

Just Never Thought

I never thought I’d come back to a country–our nation–that shoots rubber bullets point blank at journalists and peaceful protesters. Point blank. A country tear gassing peaceful protesters–one painting on an easel, others playing music–so that the president can walk into a staged photo op, Bible held aloft. A desecrated prop. A military attack helicopter…

Mrs. Pierce, My New England Mom

Dear Mrs. Pierce, You & Eric were scheduled to leave my place on Prospect Avenue at least an hour ago. Instead, the sun is setting and I’m waking up while lying on the glossy hardwood floor. Looking up, I see you and Eric on opposite ends of the blue couch, both asleep. In fact, we…

Charlie Forever

Dear Son–Charlie, We could not even see you at first. You were curled up in the back of the cage, behind the other really cute cat that everyone wanted. After he was pulled out, your first human Mom and I peered in, seeing you looking so helpless, eyesight obscured by redness. You looked so sick….