Write Your God ™
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?"
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.