Hey Babe -
I made it to Hong Kong! I leave in the afternoon for Shenzhen, China. It’s like 5:30 am here on a Sunday and this is usually the time I wake up when I’m in Asia and I would call you to see how everything is going. I guess now I’ll just be writing you.
Just thinking about last week, I also forgot the third act (of realizing you weren’t coming home again) was when I had to make color decisions for the house by myself. I’m usually not allowed to make any color decisions for the house without you, so it was just odd. I avoided the question from the contractor for a couple days, but he finally cornered me on Thursday. Luckily, we already discussed the color palettes we wanted for the house so I went with what we discussed previously and used the color swatches you had already picked out earlier. I did decide to repaint the kitchen since I know you didn’t love the color (I wasn’t in love with it either after seeing it on the walls, it turned out a little orangey-ier than either of us expected). I decided to go with your first color choice for the kitchen, Warm Biscuit! I left for the airport before they started painting in the kitchen (again), but I know Warm Biscuit would be a better color choice in the kitchen since it’s more of our hue than Antique Wicker Basket. I remember coming home after work when they finished painting the kitchen (the first time), and you said, “I should have gone with my first choice, but I let you talk me into the second choice.” This was usually how it goes, if the color choice turned out good then you picked it exclusively on your own, but if it was an okay color decision, than it was because I talked you into it! (Something you fail to mention it that you picked all the colors out and just let me in on the decision making process.) Well, just to let you know, everybody goes goo-goo-gaga over the tiles I picked for the hallway. Yes, the ones you didn’t like but just gave in because I was so insistent. I knew they were going to look great in the areas without the wood paneling, and I was right (see, I do have some taste, it’s not just you in the relationship!!) This would be an instance where you would say, “SY, you were right, it does look good. You do have some good taste after all!” And, I would roll my eyes at you and you would just laugh at me.
Anyways babe, going back to bed for a couple more hours before getting dim sum for breakfast! I love you.
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