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Sitting high in Shanghai

...on the 15th floor overlooking Liuoxiamang (I am completely trying to spell that off memory. I know I am wrong). I don't really know what that means in terms of the neighborhood I'm in, but it was the stop I got off the train. So there you go.

It's is 5:54 Wednesday morning. I can't even believe I'm awake. I didn't sleep much on the flight and when I finally wanted to go to sleep for real, the flight attendants were serving breakfast and announcing we had 24 mins. until landing!

Funny story— At immigration, I needed Sharday's address or phone number. Well, I didn't have it. Didn't think to have it on hand (now I know). So I'm explaining to the officer that I don't have my friend's address. He was shocked. "You don't know your friend's address?" he asked.

"No," I said.

"What's her phone number?" he asked.

"I don't have her local number."

He asked a few more times for the address and number. I just took a deep breath and looked down at the form like a kid who doesn't have their homework when the teacher comes around checking.

The officer started to seem suspicious. "Who is your friend?", he wanted to know.

Ya'll know me. All I could think of was Locked Up Abroad. In my mind, I saw the officers coming over and escorting me to a detainment room. How do I answer "Who is my friend?" "Ummm, well, see I'm from this neighborhood in New York called Co-op City and I met my friend back in the 90s when..."

Instead, I decided to scroll through my phone and hope I find something. Y'all know that move when you're hoping for a miracle. I was just going to put her U.S. 718 number and see what happens. Lo and behold, Sharday had texted me from a local number and I found it while scrolling. I wrote it on the paper.

"This is your friend's number?" Ya man was unconvinced, especially since I had just said a few times I didn't have it.


"Why is she here?"

"She works here."

"Where is she from?"

"She's American."

"Oh. Okay."

And that was it.

Nerves. Were. Worked.

Sharday was standing just beyond the gate I came through. The only brown face in the crowd and I wanted to run to her like Whoopi in The Color Purple.