Back from Leave
Thursday, May 1st, 2003The baby finally went home with us on Sunday. Yay! But woe to me I’m not used to waking up at night every two hours or so anymore. I was supposed to get back to work on Monday but I woke up that day with a migraine headache that wouldn’t go away.
By Tuesday, I felt better. That morning as I approached the train station on my bike, I saw a man waiting for the Amtrak motorcoach I was going to take. It’s usually just me waiting for the bus at this time. I asked him if he had been waiting long and he said he had been there since 9 a.m. I informed him the bus usually arrives about 15 minutes late. The bus, however, hadn’t arrived by 9:30 a.m. At this point we had had a pretty lengthy conversation going so he offered me a lift to Santa Clara where we both work. He had parked his car at the train station and had planned on taking the bus to work. I accepted. He seemed to be a pretty decent guy.
In our conversations, I found out he is Filipino-Chinese, is a Christian, works in the tech industry and has three children. I myself am part Chinese (my great grandfather was from Amoy, China). The similarities don’t end there. He migrated to the US at age fourteen, the same age I did, but a decade earlier. He is about ten years older than me and his children are in their teens. He gave me a glimpse of how I would possibly be like ten years from now.