Therapy: Ottawa

We talked about Ottawa. A little, anyway.

I told her about my Ottawa friend, showed her a few pictures, and how basically the kid looked up to me with “sisterly worship.”

It felt so good back then.

Of course, back then H had an older brother who found her obnoxious as hell (due to the age difference), so she would come running to me: as best friend, and pseudo-“older sister.”

I also got to talk to her about piano and C, who was my first Asian-Canadian role model. I felt like *her* little sister. I couldn’t wait to go to lessons, because C was so patient and funny: her lessons almost felt like a play session rather than a professional dynamic.

Anyway K asked me how I had felt about learning piano and I told her that while I couldn’t remember anything specific, it was genuinely fun and I grew into “liking” piano and why not? It was fun getting to sound out simple tunes on the keys and having my parents enjoy the music. :)

Also, my introduction went like this:

Me: Oh, man, I just gotta say it. I hate Ottawa!

K: You hate it! I’m on board with ya!

Me: Yeah, I don’t like it. At all! Ottawa sucks, I hate it and I don’t wanna talk about it. But I will have to talk about it eventually because it did result in a solid friendship for many years *and* because that’s when my piano thing started.