On how I realized that I should go to Chinatown this weekend

Last week, I was idly thinking about how I really want to go to China. I asked, "Why did that stupid brat, [my sister] get to go? I wanna go to China." This week, I talked about the desire at the work dinner and my colleague mentioned that people in China came in all heights, just like Europeans. I might feel like a giant in Japan, but not China. Tonight, a friend told me about how he was going to NYC and all I could think about staying downtown, as close as possible to Chinatown.