I’m pretty sure a)our upstairs neighbor is moving and b) that I’m turning into a grumpy old lady or similar.
A) there is a truck outside that is rather larger (that’s unusual for the narrow basically one way streets in this city) and it says ‘Crown Relocation’. Since I’ve been told that our neighbor is British, the letting on the truck makes sense to me.
There have been some unanswered questions about our friend up stairs. We call him Chris (because that’s what his internet wifi is named… unless he’s ‘unicorn’ and we’ve been guessing wrong all along.) We can’t tell who or what else lives there with him. At one point I was sure I heard small feet running around, maybe the child was just visiting. And it’s hard to tell sometimes if the cries/screeches are from a child, a cat or a parrot. Also I saw two dogs on his balcony one day and heard barking for a week, but not before or after that week. Then I was outside yesterday and heard dog whines, but nothing else. Mysterious indeed. You can always hear when he’s running the water and if he closes a door or closet, but no voices or music or any other sound really come down (which is good).
My parent suggested that I go up and introduce myself, and if I needed a prompt that I should ask him if his oven burns/ fails to brown cookies (alternately) like ours does. I’m never sure when he’s home and when I DO hear him I’m usually in bed trying to sleep.
B) I’m turning into a grumpy old lady. I am that neighbor that looks out my window but doesn’t want to be seen. I’ve also thought about posting notes on our neighbors door for various reasons, but never have because I’m not That far gone.
Since the gate (that we share) to the street got fixed so now you can buzz people in without having to go out and open the gate; it’s been harder to close. You really have to slam it, it’s loud, but if you don’t it just drifts open again. I wouldn’t really care, but a small heard of old Korean women wandered into our yard today. The gate was mostly closed, but not enough to lock, and these women just pushed the gate open and walked in. I can guarantee that Chris nor myself know or invited a heard of old Korean women over. But one even came up and knocked on the door, not like ‘are you home?’ but like ‘is this thing locked?’. I wondered how much entitlement these omas had, would they really wander into a stranger house and poke around? yes, I think they might.
*Oma: old Korean woman who is not shy about anything. she will blatantly push you out of any line she thinks she should be at the head of. she will cut in line. she will touch whatever she wants to touch, even if it belongs or is on someone else. she thinks because she is old that she can do whatever, whenever she wants.
I thought about going outside and herding the ladies back out the gate, but I realized they would leave faster if they thought no one was home. So I waited until they were gone then went out and slammed the gate with more force than was really called for so they would hear the gate slam. I’m sure it didn’t shame them, but I tried.
So, to my immense irritation, about a minute after I slammed the gate at the Korean omas and went back inside- a Korean worker from the “Crown Relocation” truck came out and duct taped the gate open (there’s a post the gate rest against when it’s open). I couldn’t really go out and cut the duct tape and slam the gate again, our neighbor (essentially) opened the gate and that was just being rude. I didn’t mind slamming the gate on random people that wander into my yard but its shared property so it stays open. And I double locked my front door.
We also have two cats that basically live across the ally at a near by house. I have been trying to lure the cats into OUR yard so I can enjoy cats without having to really look after them. At first I didn’t think the cats could find a way in (high walls, iron spikes, etc). But the black and white cat has somehow found a way in and I’ve seen her twice. I left out water and Justin put out some lunch meat but she doesn’t seem interested. And the one time I tried to open the back door and call her, she bolted. But now I dream about black and white kittens. I wonder if she has a litter somewhere.
PS as I’m sitting here writing this ANOTHER PERSON I DON’T KNOW HAS RUNG THE GATE BELL (my gate bell) but Chris must have buzzed her in, or the gate wasn’t closed again (the truck is gone). She walked in to read the meters on the side of the house. My kitchen window faces a wall so I leave the blinds open most of the time, but the meters are right below my window. So I’m sitting on the couch in my PJs writing and this woman can see me. SO not happy about this.
If ONE person taps on my window (instead of knocking on the door) because they see me and it’s faster than knocking on the door or something I’m going to lose it. There are only a few things I really hate 1) people that talk to me through doors, such as bedroom, bathroom etc. If it’s closed you knock and wait until I open the door or talk to you first. It just makes the door and privacy seem so false. 2) on a similar note, knocking on windows or talking to me through a window, goes back to the privacy thing. I have to feel secure when I’m in a private room or my home. 3) people that are crewel to animals, but we’ve already been over that. Sure there are lots of other things that bother me (people that never stop talking, smokers, anyone who thinks they are more important/smarter than you, fruit IN things. I like fruit and I like things that people usually put fruit in, but I don’t like them together. etc) but there is almost nothing that puts me on the defense faster than someone invading my personal space by ignoring my privacy.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
failing at social skills
It’s snow/raining here. It was sunny and actually pretty nice this past week. I was talking to my parents the other day and they asked ‘how’s the weather?’ instead of quoting them the temperature I gave a description of the way the sky looked and how you needed a jacket but only when the wind blew. but even then your hands were cold all the time no matter what. It only struck me as an odd way to respond a few hours later.
That happens to me sometimes, I’ll answer someone’s question and a couple of hours later I wonder if I actually answered the question they asked me.
The apartment is fixed. I mean, pretty completely. It was getting a little ridiculous for a while there. The landlord and workers would come over every week and do one thing or another. On the one hand I’m grateful that everything was taken care of so quickly and without me having to pester the landlord. On the other hand every time she was due to come over I felt like she was the ultimate mother-in-law coming to judge me and how clean I kept the apartment. I would always be in a fluster to clean everywhere and take all the trash out before she came over, I was never sure what part of the apartment she would want to look at next.
But in reality she never said anything about how clean or dirty things were or anything negative at all. It’s just one of those social anxiety things I guess. They are unpredictable in me and one week a situation will freak me out and the next I’m as cool as a cucumber (or visa versa).
So now the apartment is quiet during the day. Justin has been working extra hard, so he doesn’t come home quiet as easily as before. It’s fine, but it means I have to relay on myself to set and keep some kind of a schedule. At least when I was home in Texas I had to get up to feed my cat but now the only person I take care of is myself, and sadly that is the person I’m most likely to neglect.
It’s not that I actively neglect myself, but I do forget to eat lunch often. And I’m more likely to clean the kitchen than take a shower. then of course I realize Justin is due home soon and I haven’t changed out of my PJs yet and I have a rush to shower, change and make it look like I’ve done something productive that day, but few things feel productive to me when I look at them at the end of the day.
I should call the few people I know more often, I hate to think that my friends here (all two of them) think I only call them when I need something, but too often that’s how things turn out. That and whenever I make plans with one girl in particular, Kirsten, I keep accidentally being a total flake. Like, stood her up for lunch one day flake. I NEVER do that. I felt really bad about that one. Now I just don’t call her at all because I keep being flaky and I’d rather not set myself up to be that girl.
Other than failing at social skills I’m doing well. I’ve actually gotten a fair amount of writing done. It’s mostly mass that needs to be edited, but at least I have something to edit.
My new distraction (from the distraction of shopping) is walking to the mail room. It’s hella far from our house, and it gives me a small quest that gets me outside and walking around. Hmm, I actually sound pretty lame, lol, I think most people secretly are but nobody wants to admit it.
Oh! Justin and I have been cooking at home more and actually we do a pretty good job. We only had some trouble with small steaks, but we’d never cooked red meat before. It started one night because I wanted Italian food and we went out. The food was editable, but it didn’t taste anything like Italian. We actually run into that problem a lot, food doesn’t taste like what it says it is. They really just don’t have a grasp on the different seasonings. Anyway, so Justin said, we can do better than this. And we cooked some damn good Italian food.
That happens to me sometimes, I’ll answer someone’s question and a couple of hours later I wonder if I actually answered the question they asked me.
The apartment is fixed. I mean, pretty completely. It was getting a little ridiculous for a while there. The landlord and workers would come over every week and do one thing or another. On the one hand I’m grateful that everything was taken care of so quickly and without me having to pester the landlord. On the other hand every time she was due to come over I felt like she was the ultimate mother-in-law coming to judge me and how clean I kept the apartment. I would always be in a fluster to clean everywhere and take all the trash out before she came over, I was never sure what part of the apartment she would want to look at next.
But in reality she never said anything about how clean or dirty things were or anything negative at all. It’s just one of those social anxiety things I guess. They are unpredictable in me and one week a situation will freak me out and the next I’m as cool as a cucumber (or visa versa).
So now the apartment is quiet during the day. Justin has been working extra hard, so he doesn’t come home quiet as easily as before. It’s fine, but it means I have to relay on myself to set and keep some kind of a schedule. At least when I was home in Texas I had to get up to feed my cat but now the only person I take care of is myself, and sadly that is the person I’m most likely to neglect.
It’s not that I actively neglect myself, but I do forget to eat lunch often. And I’m more likely to clean the kitchen than take a shower. then of course I realize Justin is due home soon and I haven’t changed out of my PJs yet and I have a rush to shower, change and make it look like I’ve done something productive that day, but few things feel productive to me when I look at them at the end of the day.
I should call the few people I know more often, I hate to think that my friends here (all two of them) think I only call them when I need something, but too often that’s how things turn out. That and whenever I make plans with one girl in particular, Kirsten, I keep accidentally being a total flake. Like, stood her up for lunch one day flake. I NEVER do that. I felt really bad about that one. Now I just don’t call her at all because I keep being flaky and I’d rather not set myself up to be that girl.
Other than failing at social skills I’m doing well. I’ve actually gotten a fair amount of writing done. It’s mostly mass that needs to be edited, but at least I have something to edit.
My new distraction (from the distraction of shopping) is walking to the mail room. It’s hella far from our house, and it gives me a small quest that gets me outside and walking around. Hmm, I actually sound pretty lame, lol, I think most people secretly are but nobody wants to admit it.
Oh! Justin and I have been cooking at home more and actually we do a pretty good job. We only had some trouble with small steaks, but we’d never cooked red meat before. It started one night because I wanted Italian food and we went out. The food was editable, but it didn’t taste anything like Italian. We actually run into that problem a lot, food doesn’t taste like what it says it is. They really just don’t have a grasp on the different seasonings. Anyway, so Justin said, we can do better than this. And we cooked some damn good Italian food.
Dogs and Cats
I’ve been thinking a lot about dogs recently, and not so recently. I have probably been thinking about having a dog of my own since I moved home from college in 2007. I lived on campus and having something that barks was unthinkable, though my roommate and I did consider having a contraband cat. We needed some type of pet and both loved cats, but we didn’t end up getting one. I pet sat a cat over one summer that I stayed at school, but I was constantly nervous that someone would find out.
When I graduated and moved home I was back in a house with my own cat and our dogs. When I moved in with a boyfriend, he had a cat that didn’t get along with other cats, so I had to leave my cat at home with my parents. But the boy and I got a kitten, so I had two cats living with me and one that was mine when I visited home. Things didn’t work out with the boy and I miss those two cats, and My cat was old and passed away in January 2010.
I rescued a new cat (in December 2009) that was all my own. He’s adorable and sweet, but he now also lives with my parents while I’m overseas with my (also adorable and sweet but in a different way) husband. We’re going to pick up said cat from my parents once we live in the united states again, but until then I find myself in a pet void.
Pets are an important member of any family (even if you’re a family of one, maybe especially then).
They are important the way eating healthy and exercise is important.
They are important the way vacations are important.
They are important the way religion (to some people) is important.
Pets are the happy, healthy embodiment of pure love. (which is why animal cruelty is a heinous offense. I even have a problem with people who gets pets without thinking and then get rid of them, not for the betterment of the pet, but because the human doesn’t feel like having an animal anymore.)
But I’ve distracted myself. It’s been a while since I’ve had this wish for a dog and I want to have dog someday. But it has to be the Right dog. It has to be the right breed, and it has to be the right personality. I have taken those online quizzes ‘Which Dog is Right for You?’, I’ve read all about different breeds and mixes, I’ve looked at pictures for hours of dogs and puppies, I’ve read and watched training information, determined to have an awesome dog. I’ve stopped people walking with a dog I think looks like a nice dog to ask about it. But the last step, the easy step, to go get a dog -has been put on hold time and time again.
Right now is actually a pretty good reason to pause, we live in south Korea and getting a dog home would be expensive. But everything else about the situation is ideal (I’m home all day, we have a small yard). The only, only thing that really makes me stop (besides a doggy plane ticket) is my cat at home. This cat, Teddy, gets along with dogs. He even loves to play with my parents toy poodle, the two of them get along very well. But I want to raise my puppy with that cat so they’ll be friendly. It’s going to be hard enough to take Teddy away from his playmate when I get home, but I would feel really bad if we had a new dog that would make Teddy feel alienated.
Am I thinking too much about the mental well being of my cat when considering a dog? No, absolutely not. How else can you have a harmonious pet life in your home unless you are careful about who and how you introduce into the mix. I expect my animals to live for 10-15+ years… that’s a long time to have fighting cats and dog (or cats and cats) if you’re not careful.
So, someday I’ll have a dog (and she’s gonna be awesome) but until then I continue to take pet ownership seriously and hope everyone else treasures the fuzzy pet in their life.
When I graduated and moved home I was back in a house with my own cat and our dogs. When I moved in with a boyfriend, he had a cat that didn’t get along with other cats, so I had to leave my cat at home with my parents. But the boy and I got a kitten, so I had two cats living with me and one that was mine when I visited home. Things didn’t work out with the boy and I miss those two cats, and My cat was old and passed away in January 2010.
I rescued a new cat (in December 2009) that was all my own. He’s adorable and sweet, but he now also lives with my parents while I’m overseas with my (also adorable and sweet but in a different way) husband. We’re going to pick up said cat from my parents once we live in the united states again, but until then I find myself in a pet void.
Pets are an important member of any family (even if you’re a family of one, maybe especially then).
They are important the way eating healthy and exercise is important.
They are important the way vacations are important.
They are important the way religion (to some people) is important.
Pets are the happy, healthy embodiment of pure love. (which is why animal cruelty is a heinous offense. I even have a problem with people who gets pets without thinking and then get rid of them, not for the betterment of the pet, but because the human doesn’t feel like having an animal anymore.)
But I’ve distracted myself. It’s been a while since I’ve had this wish for a dog and I want to have dog someday. But it has to be the Right dog. It has to be the right breed, and it has to be the right personality. I have taken those online quizzes ‘Which Dog is Right for You?’, I’ve read all about different breeds and mixes, I’ve looked at pictures for hours of dogs and puppies, I’ve read and watched training information, determined to have an awesome dog. I’ve stopped people walking with a dog I think looks like a nice dog to ask about it. But the last step, the easy step, to go get a dog -has been put on hold time and time again.
Right now is actually a pretty good reason to pause, we live in south Korea and getting a dog home would be expensive. But everything else about the situation is ideal (I’m home all day, we have a small yard). The only, only thing that really makes me stop (besides a doggy plane ticket) is my cat at home. This cat, Teddy, gets along with dogs. He even loves to play with my parents toy poodle, the two of them get along very well. But I want to raise my puppy with that cat so they’ll be friendly. It’s going to be hard enough to take Teddy away from his playmate when I get home, but I would feel really bad if we had a new dog that would make Teddy feel alienated.
Am I thinking too much about the mental well being of my cat when considering a dog? No, absolutely not. How else can you have a harmonious pet life in your home unless you are careful about who and how you introduce into the mix. I expect my animals to live for 10-15+ years… that’s a long time to have fighting cats and dog (or cats and cats) if you’re not careful.
So, someday I’ll have a dog (and she’s gonna be awesome) but until then I continue to take pet ownership seriously and hope everyone else treasures the fuzzy pet in their life.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Night Shift
Just a side note, Justin has finally finished with his night shifts. He has work today (Friday) but then he has three days off. It really has been strange, I would talk to him on skype more then I saw him the past two weeks. I would really see him when we were both awake for maybe 30 min. So yay! I get to see my baby again :)
Around Town
I’ve been getting out more. Even though Justin is working nights (only two more days!) and I’m half way between his schedule and a normal day schedule.
Ceci invited me out with her korean friend Jaya. The subway was easy enough, but we didn’t have to do any kind of complicated transfer. The subway map looks like a spider web, but I guess that’s the mark of a good city transit system.
Jaya took us to an area that was kinda of like a college town. There was a university nearby, and a lot of street art, and a lot of coffee shops and a lot of night clubs. It was a nice perspective to see an area besides where I live and have been for the past month. It made Seoul that much more real.
We just walked around and Jaya pointed out the best places to dance, and I looked at all the cute things in the little shops. We stopped for some coffee, it was a clear day but surprisingly cold. Jaya is really talkative and laughs a lot, and Ceci has known her for a while so they were easy to hang out with.
The next place I went (besides base, my parents sent me a package!) We to the folk village. Its one of the palaces that is near city hall and the US embassy. Ceci and Rosa, our friend and realtor, wanted to go. This place was amazing.
Ceci and I took the subway again and met Rosa in the main square. This part of town was gorgeous. It seemed cleaner and neater than where I live and it was right up next to some mountains. Rosa was amazing and kept hosting us to various things. She bought our palace tickets, and coffee and street food. I’m glad she let us pay for lunch, I would have felt bad if she bought everything that day.
We walked around for hours and I hardly noticed how much time passed, everything was so beautiful. There was a museum we didn’t have time for that I defiantly want to go back and see. There are supposed to be traditional dancing demonstrations too, I really want to see those.
Then Rosa walked us around town a little bit, there was this cute road that had a lot of foot traffic, there were tiny shops and street food vendors with lines 10 people long at least. We had these pancakes things with brown sugar in them. They were SO good. Then we went to a traditional Korean place for lunch. They brought out a dozen tiny plates and bowls of food that I didn’t recognize and we ordered a plate of spicy pork. I put aside my usual finicky food presences and made myself try everything, at least once. I was surprised to find out that I liked almost everything and didn’t mind sitting on the floor at the low table.
We stopped again at a coffee shop and split an ice cream with espresso (like a rooter float) which was tasty but a mistake for me. I didn’t go to sleep until 5am even though I was tired.
Ceci and I rode the subway back, she got off one stop before me (after making sure I wouldn’t get lost on the subway). I was standing there on the subway, in a big city, in another country. It was surreal for a moment when I thought about how I could have never guessed I’d be here a year ago, or even a few months ago.
Ceci invited me out with her korean friend Jaya. The subway was easy enough, but we didn’t have to do any kind of complicated transfer. The subway map looks like a spider web, but I guess that’s the mark of a good city transit system.
Jaya took us to an area that was kinda of like a college town. There was a university nearby, and a lot of street art, and a lot of coffee shops and a lot of night clubs. It was a nice perspective to see an area besides where I live and have been for the past month. It made Seoul that much more real.
We just walked around and Jaya pointed out the best places to dance, and I looked at all the cute things in the little shops. We stopped for some coffee, it was a clear day but surprisingly cold. Jaya is really talkative and laughs a lot, and Ceci has known her for a while so they were easy to hang out with.
The next place I went (besides base, my parents sent me a package!) We to the folk village. Its one of the palaces that is near city hall and the US embassy. Ceci and Rosa, our friend and realtor, wanted to go. This place was amazing.
Ceci and I took the subway again and met Rosa in the main square. This part of town was gorgeous. It seemed cleaner and neater than where I live and it was right up next to some mountains. Rosa was amazing and kept hosting us to various things. She bought our palace tickets, and coffee and street food. I’m glad she let us pay for lunch, I would have felt bad if she bought everything that day.
We walked around for hours and I hardly noticed how much time passed, everything was so beautiful. There was a museum we didn’t have time for that I defiantly want to go back and see. There are supposed to be traditional dancing demonstrations too, I really want to see those.
Then Rosa walked us around town a little bit, there was this cute road that had a lot of foot traffic, there were tiny shops and street food vendors with lines 10 people long at least. We had these pancakes things with brown sugar in them. They were SO good. Then we went to a traditional Korean place for lunch. They brought out a dozen tiny plates and bowls of food that I didn’t recognize and we ordered a plate of spicy pork. I put aside my usual finicky food presences and made myself try everything, at least once. I was surprised to find out that I liked almost everything and didn’t mind sitting on the floor at the low table.
We stopped again at a coffee shop and split an ice cream with espresso (like a rooter float) which was tasty but a mistake for me. I didn’t go to sleep until 5am even though I was tired.
Ceci and I rode the subway back, she got off one stop before me (after making sure I wouldn’t get lost on the subway). I was standing there on the subway, in a big city, in another country. It was surreal for a moment when I thought about how I could have never guessed I’d be here a year ago, or even a few months ago.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Prince of the Land of Stench
(name that movie quote and I'll be impressed)
I seem to be fighting the trash war in my kitchen and am finally seeing some progress. Tonight for about an hour I was tearing apart the collection of cardboard boxes that had accumulated from moving in. Normally, in America, I would have just flattened them (maybe) and put them out on the curb as is. Or dropped them off in the dumpster was in the apartment complex down the street from our house. But now, I’m a slave to regulations like I never have been before. I did get the pile completely ripped and cut up into a 30x30 pile that I taped together. Just for good measure I turned all the boxes inside-out so that no English text was visible. And I threw a Korean new paper on top as the final touch. All this to escape the possible fines or embarrassment of garbage being returned to you because you did it wrong. I bet people who live on base don’t have this problem.
I also found out (via the internet) that I can put our recyclables into clear plastic garbage bags! yay I know where to buy those, I can totally get those at the commissary. AND if I can get our landlord to get us one of those bio waste food bucket things we’ll only have to buy the over priced garbage bags. If only I knew where to buy them...
I know I seem obsessed with this, but really it’s the only thing I’m having a hard time adjusting to. We live in a big city. Check. We have to walk everywhere. Check. It’s actually cold here. Check. The food is different. Check. It’s very far away from friends and family. Check. I was expecting things to be a lot harder. Not that it’s easy, but Justin and I are just good at supporting each other. And after the dryer gets fixed there won’t really be anything wrong with the apartment.
Justin is working looooooooong hours for the next two weeks. He’s got a 12 hr night shift. But it takes about an hour to get to where he’s working (they’re busing them) so add 2 hours to his day. Plus he has to walk to where they bus them from. Add about 30-45 minutes both ways. So conservatively another hour. So that’s a total of 15 hours away from home every day. And when he does get home, the poor guy is so tired he pretty much goes right to bed. Sometimes he eats some food first, but not always. He then sleeps for maybe 6 hours, takes about an hour to get ready at the beginning of his day. That leaves very little us time. My schedule is completely messed up.
This new overtime is harder than I thought it would be. Probably because I wasn’t thinking it would be hard. If this was how our life was normally, there would be problems. I’m so thankful that it’s only two weeks.
I did venture out of the apartment on my own tonight. I didn’t really want anything we had to eat at home and I was curious about the near-by pizza place. It plays techno. It wasn’t a long walk, but I was slightly freaked, I have no idea why. Just my normal reclusive self being taken out of it’s comfort zone I guess. They thankfully had take out (a lot of places don't) so I order two small pizzas. Four cheese and Hawaiian. I get the pizzas home and open the four cheese first. There is honey and walnuts on the pizza. I am slightly confused, but eat the pizza anyway. Over all the pizza was fine, mostly American style, just not very good. Also extremely over priced. But now I know. And knowing is half the battle.
Also, I saw it snow this morning. It didn't stay on the ground, but for someone who has been in Texas for the last 20 years, it was beautiful.
I seem to be fighting the trash war in my kitchen and am finally seeing some progress. Tonight for about an hour I was tearing apart the collection of cardboard boxes that had accumulated from moving in. Normally, in America, I would have just flattened them (maybe) and put them out on the curb as is. Or dropped them off in the dumpster was in the apartment complex down the street from our house. But now, I’m a slave to regulations like I never have been before. I did get the pile completely ripped and cut up into a 30x30 pile that I taped together. Just for good measure I turned all the boxes inside-out so that no English text was visible. And I threw a Korean new paper on top as the final touch. All this to escape the possible fines or embarrassment of garbage being returned to you because you did it wrong. I bet people who live on base don’t have this problem.
I also found out (via the internet) that I can put our recyclables into clear plastic garbage bags! yay I know where to buy those, I can totally get those at the commissary. AND if I can get our landlord to get us one of those bio waste food bucket things we’ll only have to buy the over priced garbage bags. If only I knew where to buy them...
I know I seem obsessed with this, but really it’s the only thing I’m having a hard time adjusting to. We live in a big city. Check. We have to walk everywhere. Check. It’s actually cold here. Check. The food is different. Check. It’s very far away from friends and family. Check. I was expecting things to be a lot harder. Not that it’s easy, but Justin and I are just good at supporting each other. And after the dryer gets fixed there won’t really be anything wrong with the apartment.
Justin is working looooooooong hours for the next two weeks. He’s got a 12 hr night shift. But it takes about an hour to get to where he’s working (they’re busing them) so add 2 hours to his day. Plus he has to walk to where they bus them from. Add about 30-45 minutes both ways. So conservatively another hour. So that’s a total of 15 hours away from home every day. And when he does get home, the poor guy is so tired he pretty much goes right to bed. Sometimes he eats some food first, but not always. He then sleeps for maybe 6 hours, takes about an hour to get ready at the beginning of his day. That leaves very little us time. My schedule is completely messed up.
This new overtime is harder than I thought it would be. Probably because I wasn’t thinking it would be hard. If this was how our life was normally, there would be problems. I’m so thankful that it’s only two weeks.
I did venture out of the apartment on my own tonight. I didn’t really want anything we had to eat at home and I was curious about the near-by pizza place. It plays techno. It wasn’t a long walk, but I was slightly freaked, I have no idea why. Just my normal reclusive self being taken out of it’s comfort zone I guess. They thankfully had take out (a lot of places don't) so I order two small pizzas. Four cheese and Hawaiian. I get the pizzas home and open the four cheese first. There is honey and walnuts on the pizza. I am slightly confused, but eat the pizza anyway. Over all the pizza was fine, mostly American style, just not very good. Also extremely over priced. But now I know. And knowing is half the battle.
Also, I saw it snow this morning. It didn't stay on the ground, but for someone who has been in Texas for the last 20 years, it was beautiful.
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