In a haze

I've been going through the travel motions since I got back without really paying attention but just sort of knowing where I am going thanks to traveling the same routes all summer. If that makes sense. Well, the problem is that today I was on my way back from an interview (went well! fingers crossed!) near Herald Square and whilst sitting on the B train got lost in my thoughts and missed my stop. Oops. I looked up and saw that we were at Grant street, so I figured I would get off and switch trains to go uptown (I could've walked back, I suppose, but I was wearing heels so no).

While I'm getting off I notice all these Chinese people! And across the way on the other platform: more Chinese people! So I happily stand there waiting for the train and listening to/looking at all the Chinese-ness going on around me. There was an erhu war with one played on each platform, lots of old people with groceries, and even crazily dressed children. Oh Zhongguo! I miss you!

Only bad thing was that everyone was speaking Cantonese. Wth. Also these two blonde girls came to stand in front of me (what are YOU doing here?? clearly this area is the new Chinatown, I thought) and I realized they, too, were not speaking English. Because of all the Canto-craziness around I swear it sounded like they were also speaking Cantonese, but given the circumstances a better guess would be some Scandanavian language. Or German.

Right so as if I weren't missing Zhongguo enough already, that pretty much did it for me. Now I'm going to eat "Chinese" food tonight and cry internally that I am paying $7 for my meal instead of $1.