I've been in my new/old home for just over two weeks. My parents are trying to sort through boxes and make new friends and reconnect with old friends. I've mostly been staring out my window at the inexplicably beautiful view.
One of my best friends, Allie, lives in California too. She drove 8+ hours to come visit me at our new home for a weekend. It was great, I got to be a tourist in my new/old home and drive myself around. There was a time when the only time I was in a car, I was driving it. Now mostly I'm in the backseat feeling like I'm a small child again. Anyway, we had a great weekend and it was a huge relief to have something fun to do.
She left Sunday afternoon and today my family drove to Napa valley to visit my uncle who lives there. I've been feeling like such a bitch since the whole move started. I just can't seem to relax when my parents (and everyone) have to tell you in step-by-step detail how to do the simplest things. It puts me on my last nerve and I snap and am moody. It sucks and I wish I was nicer. I'm not really mean, but I just don't like the way it feels inside when I know I've said something in a tone that was unnecessary.
But my day got better when Justin called, it always does. So we were talking and he pointed out that I was leaving in about 60 hours. My mind went to two places: how great it was going to be to finally see Justin again. And everything I had left to do (!).
I feel like there is a huge to do list and I'm not sure I'll get everything done on it. But I have to be ready to leave when the time comes. It's just crazy for me to think that a) I'm married to someone I haven't seen face-to-face in three months and b) that I'm going to get to see him soon.
I've got a lot to get done and maybe the next time I write, it's going to be from South Korea. wow.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
It's all about Seoul
In less than two weeks I'll be flying to South Korea. It still doesn't seem real. The past year really hasn't seemed much like reality. More like a mixture of good and bad dreams. But I defiantly ended up on a positive and forward moving note.
In terms of moving overseas for a year (more like a year and three months actually) I'm either not thinking about it right or I'm actually that laid back about the whole thing. I'm probably just not thinking about it as what's really happening. I should be freaking out a lot more. A) I've never lived more than an hour away from my parents B) I've never lived in a foreign country C) I've never even visited a predominantly Asian country (unless you count Hawaii, but I was only there for a week anyway) D) I've also never been anywhere for an extended period of time that has actual seasons and a real (read: cold) winter.
In terms of getting to be with my husband. I am completely excited and confidant that being together in potentially high stress situations (such as living in a foreign place) will bring us even closer and be a positive experience for us. Ask me about our NYC trip some time and you'll see why I'm so confident. Being with him makes everything better, sometimes only a little better and sometimes it's the difference between night and day, better. But having him near me has never made anything worse. Ever. He is so completely loving and open and genuine. I don't think I could make this move if he were anything less than himself.
Leaving our home in Texas was kind of hard. We've been there for 20 years. It's hard be unattached to a place if you've been there that long. Plus everything was so close and convenient. Our house was odd but suited us perfectly (if my mom let me arrange things). Our friends there were the best you could find anywhere. The only thing that made it vaguely easy to leave on that mild winter day was the thought that summer would be in Texas soon. Most likely very soon, like March. And it would be humid.
So for the next few weeks I have here in California with my parents I'll be not packing, and trying to enjoy family time. Then I will start a new adventure in my life and this time, I don't speak the language.
In terms of moving overseas for a year (more like a year and three months actually) I'm either not thinking about it right or I'm actually that laid back about the whole thing. I'm probably just not thinking about it as what's really happening. I should be freaking out a lot more. A) I've never lived more than an hour away from my parents B) I've never lived in a foreign country C) I've never even visited a predominantly Asian country (unless you count Hawaii, but I was only there for a week anyway) D) I've also never been anywhere for an extended period of time that has actual seasons and a real (read: cold) winter.
In terms of getting to be with my husband. I am completely excited and confidant that being together in potentially high stress situations (such as living in a foreign place) will bring us even closer and be a positive experience for us. Ask me about our NYC trip some time and you'll see why I'm so confident. Being with him makes everything better, sometimes only a little better and sometimes it's the difference between night and day, better. But having him near me has never made anything worse. Ever. He is so completely loving and open and genuine. I don't think I could make this move if he were anything less than himself.
Leaving our home in Texas was kind of hard. We've been there for 20 years. It's hard be unattached to a place if you've been there that long. Plus everything was so close and convenient. Our house was odd but suited us perfectly (if my mom let me arrange things). Our friends there were the best you could find anywhere. The only thing that made it vaguely easy to leave on that mild winter day was the thought that summer would be in Texas soon. Most likely very soon, like March. And it would be humid.
So for the next few weeks I have here in California with my parents I'll be not packing, and trying to enjoy family time. Then I will start a new adventure in my life and this time, I don't speak the language.
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