Walking

On one hand, living with Gramma sucks because she feeds me too much and I get fat. On the other, her food is yuuuummy. I also think it's nice that I get to talk to her. I wonder if May or any of my other cousins ever really talk to her. I know Jon does, occasionally, but recently Gramma's been a tad upset with him because he spoke rudely to her (which goes completely against our upbringing involving "Xiao," a.k.a. filial piety). I wonder if I should mention that to him or just keep my nose where it belongs.
In order to try to lose all the fat I've gained from all the good eating, I'm walking around more. Instead of taking the subway down two stops, I'll walk from 27th St and Broadway to 18th and 5th. I really like it once I get past 23rd St. Something about the people above that and below 33rd get me really nervous. I think its the fact that when I walk by, I get a "how you doin?" or a "hey, what up?" and occasionally a "hey, asian!" or "hey, Chinese!" Yes, I'm asian. Yes, I'm Chinese. I'm well aware of the fact. Now get out of my face.
Still, the more I'm here, the more uncomfortable I feel about it. At first it was flattering, no one besides by boyfriend ever notices me in CMU. Here, it's everywhere, and I when I go out for lunch, I find myself practically running back to the office to hide. I even rolled my eyes yesterday when a whole group of guys started whistling. For the most part, though, my eyes stay on my feet, I think less people notice me that way.
Still, it is nice that some people notice me...