If you recall, Justin got the opportunity to go TDY to San Antonio a few weeks before our upcoming September vacation. I was then faced with two options.
One) Stay in Korea until our planned vacation at the beginning of September and miss Justin for two weeks while he was on TDY.
OR
Two) Go to San Antonio with Justin on his TDY, then go on to California for the remaining three weeks that Justin had to go back and work in Korea.
It came down to me being alone for TWO weeks in Korea, or without Justin but with my family for THREE weeks in California. I couldn’t be alone in Korea again. Justin had another TDY earlier this year to Denver and was gone for 8 days. I thought I would go crazy. So while we both Hate being apart, ultimately, it would be better for me to not be alone for so long. Plus Justin would be working 14 hours days (on night shift) for most of those three weeks back in Korea.
In a perfect world, I would just fly with Justin to wherever he had to be, but with a limited budget (like most people have) I could only fly back to the States once. While Justin’s TDY trip to San Antonio was paid for by his work and his second trip to the states in September was on our dime.
We had a great trip/mini vacation in San Antonio (“mini” because Justin still had to work). I felt oddly at home in our hotel room with almost nothing familiar around me. That paired with how strange I felt standing in our old house, in my old room, and realizing that I really didn’t live there anymore. I started to wonder where I felt most at home.
I’ve moved around a lot in the past year; San Antonio, Berkeley, Seoul. And while I have been a very materialistic, home-nester in the past; each move resulted in me having less stuff. I guess I’ve had to redefine “home” and the ways I feel comfortable and settled-in.
I’m in California, my San Antonio mini-vacation is over. I’m very happy to be with my family again, and very happy to be with all the animals(The two cats get along, I’m so relived). But I miss Justin.
When people talk about their spouse being their best friend, they really are. It’s different then your best friend you had growing up. But it comes down to the same thing, you really like hanging out with this person and you want to share everything with them from; how your day went, meals, chill time, adventures, basically your whole life. Plus all that awesome “etc” stuff that grown-ups get to do.
When someone is that important to you, they become an inseparable part of your life, and they become your everything. My home is where Justin is.
Justin is my home, my life and my love.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Texas Heat
All of the weather forecasts for Texas and San Antonio were making me not excited about visiting (103 F, 102 F, 104 F, 101 F, 100 F, etc). But it’s not as bad as I remember it being.
In Korea right now, it’s humid and pretty hot. So anytime you put one toe outside you’re sweating and it’s really gross. But in Texas it’s SO hot that there is hardly any humidity. It’s kind of like being under a heat lamp, but strangely enough I’m not a gross sweaty mess like I was expecting to be. There are also no mosquitoes as far as I can tell (trust me, they’ll find me if they’re alive).
The nights are particularly nice. When it finally gets dark, around 9pm the sky is a dark blue and the moon is bright white. The air is warm, but there is a breeze and it’s just kind of lovely. It makes you want to sit outside and watch the sky.
That being said, I guess I didn’t realize HOW hot it was, mostly because I wasn’t sweating. In reality I’m probably sweating like normal but it evaporates before you are even wet. Yeah, it’s that hot. (If I was outside running laps, yeah I’m sure I’d feel the sweat. But compared to stepping outside in humidity and being gross immediately to stepping outside in ultra heat and feeling hot but okay, hot is winning.)
So the first few days Justin and I would wake up, do stuff around San Antonio, come back to the hotel and fall asleep at 4pm. I’ve never slept like this before. It’s the sleep of the dead, where you just crash on top of the covers, fully clothed and all the lights on, only to wake up 5 hours later and feel like you just closed and opened your eyes. So, we started drinking water all the time even if we weren’t thirsty. It’s helped.
Even though you have to be extremely careful with this kind of heat, I prefer it to the humidity that I associate with summer. I really hate the humidity. Turns out, the heat I actually kind of like.
In Korea right now, it’s humid and pretty hot. So anytime you put one toe outside you’re sweating and it’s really gross. But in Texas it’s SO hot that there is hardly any humidity. It’s kind of like being under a heat lamp, but strangely enough I’m not a gross sweaty mess like I was expecting to be. There are also no mosquitoes as far as I can tell (trust me, they’ll find me if they’re alive).
The nights are particularly nice. When it finally gets dark, around 9pm the sky is a dark blue and the moon is bright white. The air is warm, but there is a breeze and it’s just kind of lovely. It makes you want to sit outside and watch the sky.
That being said, I guess I didn’t realize HOW hot it was, mostly because I wasn’t sweating. In reality I’m probably sweating like normal but it evaporates before you are even wet. Yeah, it’s that hot. (If I was outside running laps, yeah I’m sure I’d feel the sweat. But compared to stepping outside in humidity and being gross immediately to stepping outside in ultra heat and feeling hot but okay, hot is winning.)
So the first few days Justin and I would wake up, do stuff around San Antonio, come back to the hotel and fall asleep at 4pm. I’ve never slept like this before. It’s the sleep of the dead, where you just crash on top of the covers, fully clothed and all the lights on, only to wake up 5 hours later and feel like you just closed and opened your eyes. So, we started drinking water all the time even if we weren’t thirsty. It’s helped.
Even though you have to be extremely careful with this kind of heat, I prefer it to the humidity that I associate with summer. I really hate the humidity. Turns out, the heat I actually kind of like.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Airplanes: Wine in a Plastic Cup
As you know, I flew in from Korea on Tuesday and arrived in California in the afternoon. I got the cat settled, repacked for San Antonio, had dinner with a good portion of my family and went to sleep (kind of, see previous entry). The next day I flew to San Antonio (via Oakland to San Diego then San Antonio). The first leg was a short flight, like an hour, and the second leg was about 3 hours.
I usually wear my head phones the whole time and/or read when I’m on an airplane. It’s just easier to ignore the people around me and the fact that I might freak out if I think too much about how airplanes work (or potentially don’t work).
The flight was completely full and I was on southwest (a choose your own adventure seating airline). I like to sit as close to the front of the plane as possible, and always in front of the wings (otherwise it’s just too bumpy). Like I said, it was full, so I grabbed the first open seat I could find, which was a middle seat between two white guys. It’s not my first choice to sit next to guys, I prefer little old ladies (they’re usually smaller, friendly, and don’t care if your butts touch in the cramped seating). But like I said, my first priority is sitting close to the front. And this was the only seat.
So I sat down and took out my ipod and kindle, preparing to ignore people for the next three hours. The guy in the window seat started talking to the guy in the aisle seat. Window guy had free alcoholic drink coupons that he was offering aisle guy, and since I was right between them, he asked me if I wanted one too (after he asked how old I was), he had a bunch. I said sure, thanks. Then the three of us started chatting (social convention when someone gives you something and/or buys you a drink). We talked about work and where people lived and such. Then window guy fell asleep against the window and it just left me and aisle guy to either continue talking or awkwardly peter off into silence.
I probably would have gone with awkward since, but at that point my white wine in a plastic cup arrived (and aisle guy’s wine came too). So we kept talking.
I should probably clarify that this guy has a son who is my age and we were just talking good naturedly about movies, tv shows, books and living in different parts of the country.
Now anyone who knows me, knows I’m not a chatty-cathy type what-so-ever. But it was probably a combination of wine, topics I was interested in and the fact that I’ve really only had Justin to talk with for the past six months. But I talked nearly the whole time, all three hours. My mouth was dry by the time we landed because I’d been talking so much.
It was weird at first because I usually only talk to people who are very familiar with me, and I tend to speak in short-hand with them, so I’m probably not very comprehensible generally. When I’m talking to someone I Don’t know I am forced to complete all my thoughts and sentences out loud and in a way that someone else could follow. It was like a brain teaser. PLUS when he found out I was a writer he wanted to know all about that (he does…something, but wanted to be a writer too, he just never did and was very encouraging). So I was thrilled to talk about me (who isn’t? honestly). AND I was trying to convince him and his wife to start watching my favorite show ‘The Big Bang Theory’. Also, I got to suggest one of my favorite mystery series ‘Aunt Dimity’ since he said he was sad he’d stopped reading and really liked Agatha Christie mysteries.
I felt a little bit like my mom, she always has the best time talking to people she meets on airplanes (or anywhere really) and that’s a trait of her’s I’ve always admired. Most of the time it’s just that conversation, but sometimes she’ll hit it off with that person so much that she’ll make friends. Since my goal when we move back to the states is to be more sociable and make friends for me and Justin to have a social life With, well, it was good practice talking.
Bonus: one thing I discovered was, when I talked about my writing, I became more inspired to write. So, thanks random guys on an airplane for a) giving me an alcoholic beverage voucher and b) getting me excited about my work again.
P.S. my life sounds Really Cool when I’m just telling people about it, but in reality, day to day, it’s pretty boring. The best part of my day is when Justin comes home and we get to make dinner together.
I usually wear my head phones the whole time and/or read when I’m on an airplane. It’s just easier to ignore the people around me and the fact that I might freak out if I think too much about how airplanes work (or potentially don’t work).
The flight was completely full and I was on southwest (a choose your own adventure seating airline). I like to sit as close to the front of the plane as possible, and always in front of the wings (otherwise it’s just too bumpy). Like I said, it was full, so I grabbed the first open seat I could find, which was a middle seat between two white guys. It’s not my first choice to sit next to guys, I prefer little old ladies (they’re usually smaller, friendly, and don’t care if your butts touch in the cramped seating). But like I said, my first priority is sitting close to the front. And this was the only seat.
So I sat down and took out my ipod and kindle, preparing to ignore people for the next three hours. The guy in the window seat started talking to the guy in the aisle seat. Window guy had free alcoholic drink coupons that he was offering aisle guy, and since I was right between them, he asked me if I wanted one too (after he asked how old I was), he had a bunch. I said sure, thanks. Then the three of us started chatting (social convention when someone gives you something and/or buys you a drink). We talked about work and where people lived and such. Then window guy fell asleep against the window and it just left me and aisle guy to either continue talking or awkwardly peter off into silence.
I probably would have gone with awkward since, but at that point my white wine in a plastic cup arrived (and aisle guy’s wine came too). So we kept talking.
I should probably clarify that this guy has a son who is my age and we were just talking good naturedly about movies, tv shows, books and living in different parts of the country.
Now anyone who knows me, knows I’m not a chatty-cathy type what-so-ever. But it was probably a combination of wine, topics I was interested in and the fact that I’ve really only had Justin to talk with for the past six months. But I talked nearly the whole time, all three hours. My mouth was dry by the time we landed because I’d been talking so much.
It was weird at first because I usually only talk to people who are very familiar with me, and I tend to speak in short-hand with them, so I’m probably not very comprehensible generally. When I’m talking to someone I Don’t know I am forced to complete all my thoughts and sentences out loud and in a way that someone else could follow. It was like a brain teaser. PLUS when he found out I was a writer he wanted to know all about that (he does…something, but wanted to be a writer too, he just never did and was very encouraging). So I was thrilled to talk about me (who isn’t? honestly). AND I was trying to convince him and his wife to start watching my favorite show ‘The Big Bang Theory’. Also, I got to suggest one of my favorite mystery series ‘Aunt Dimity’ since he said he was sad he’d stopped reading and really liked Agatha Christie mysteries.
I felt a little bit like my mom, she always has the best time talking to people she meets on airplanes (or anywhere really) and that’s a trait of her’s I’ve always admired. Most of the time it’s just that conversation, but sometimes she’ll hit it off with that person so much that she’ll make friends. Since my goal when we move back to the states is to be more sociable and make friends for me and Justin to have a social life With, well, it was good practice talking.
Bonus: one thing I discovered was, when I talked about my writing, I became more inspired to write. So, thanks random guys on an airplane for a) giving me an alcoholic beverage voucher and b) getting me excited about my work again.
P.S. my life sounds Really Cool when I’m just telling people about it, but in reality, day to day, it’s pretty boring. The best part of my day is when Justin comes home and we get to make dinner together.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
12 hours
I’m trying to calculate how little sleep I’ve gotten since Tuesday. Well, Tuesday starting in Korea, I’ve had two Tuesdays in a row since flying east.
Starting with Tuesday (the first one) I really only got the minimum since I went to bed at 1:00 AM (I was packing). And the cat woke me up at 4:30 AM to get fed (since Justin was gone). Then I really got out of bed at 9:00 AM or so. So I got two, 4 hour segments of sleep.
Tuesday all day we (Gambit and I) were on the airplane and I couldn’t get any sleep at all. My internal clock was at about 6:00 AM when I finally arrived at the Berkeley house. I took a short nap then got up for dinner. So, let’s say 1 hour. It was still Tuesday.
Then Tuesday night, I should have crashed out and slept forever, but I was up until about midnight again repacking for San Antonio. I was tired but not really sleepy. I finally went to bed at about 1:00 AM and again Gambit woke me up for breakfast at about 4:30 AM. And while I usually would be able to go back to sleep, I just couldn’t. So let’s just round that to about 3 hours.
So the grand total hours of sleep since “Sunday” night (my first Tuesday =Monday) with today being Wednesday is: 12 hours.
I feel it, but I can’t seem to get enough rest. I’m sure the lack of cat-alarm in San Antonio will help. I just hope I don’t sleep my way through my time in Texas.
Starting with Tuesday (the first one) I really only got the minimum since I went to bed at 1:00 AM (I was packing). And the cat woke me up at 4:30 AM to get fed (since Justin was gone). Then I really got out of bed at 9:00 AM or so. So I got two, 4 hour segments of sleep.
Tuesday all day we (Gambit and I) were on the airplane and I couldn’t get any sleep at all. My internal clock was at about 6:00 AM when I finally arrived at the Berkeley house. I took a short nap then got up for dinner. So, let’s say 1 hour. It was still Tuesday.
Then Tuesday night, I should have crashed out and slept forever, but I was up until about midnight again repacking for San Antonio. I was tired but not really sleepy. I finally went to bed at about 1:00 AM and again Gambit woke me up for breakfast at about 4:30 AM. And while I usually would be able to go back to sleep, I just couldn’t. So let’s just round that to about 3 hours.
So the grand total hours of sleep since “Sunday” night (my first Tuesday =Monday) with today being Wednesday is: 12 hours.
I feel it, but I can’t seem to get enough rest. I’m sure the lack of cat-alarm in San Antonio will help. I just hope I don’t sleep my way through my time in Texas.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
The Magic of Music
I don’t think I’ve mentioned it recently but- I have a deep and emotional bond to music. I don’t just mean listening to it either. I do enjoy the upbeat or sometimes melodramatic songs on the radio; and to be fair, that’s mostly what I have in my itunes catalog. But the music that always moves me, and can change me on such a deep level are naturally the classics. I mean, they wouldn’t have lasted for so long if they weren’t classic, right?
One of my favorite things to do when I’m alone is have classical music playing way too loud while I sit and am washed with the vibrations which ARE music. I haven’t done that recently. I’m not sure why, some combination of living where I don’t have public radio (my main source of classical music), and then just never having the right time while I was in the states, and before that I avoided music. I just couldn’t handle the way it moves my soul while I was putting my life back together. I must be in a really good place if I can withstand it now.
I’m not sure if it’s the same for everyone, but for me, if the music is made on a piano, guitar, violin or any stringed instrument it moves me more. Maybe it’s something about the way the vibrations are made, (and I realize that all sound and thus all music are vibrations, but the way that one note can overlap another while continuing a melody the way a piano can, is different then the one resonance chamber of any brass, or woodwind).
And it’s not just listening to music, it’s making it too. I have tried to learn a wide variety of instruments, none of them really stuck except voice. But that’s probably because you can’t really put that one down. (really, I started with the recorder then tried the viola, flute, saxophone, trumpet, oboe, guitar, piano and dum-beck(it’s a middle eastern drum). Singing is best for me because I’m not so distracted by my lack of skill as when I’m on an instrument.
But I’m shy when singing, the smaller the group the more shy I become. I often make my singing voice a little more plain than it really is when I know people can hear me. I don’t know why, maybe I’ve heard too many people that think they sound good and don’t want to come off that way. I just clam up if I know anyone is listening (even from another room). The shyness exception being singing in church and singing Christmas carols.
Also I have always mourned the lack of volume and umphf my voice has (or doesn’t). I wanted to be one of those big Broadway belters, or a sassy jazz singer with a voice like whiskey on the rocks. Also, not to sound pretentious, but, I miss going to the opera.
I have a fairly pretty voice, it blends very well, it’s mid range for a women. It really isn’t unique in any way, save I can stay on pitch while singing with others, or find a pitch in my head so I get my intervals right. The one thing I HATE hearing from choir directors or voice teachers is ‘you need to breathe more’. Really? You hear my speaking voice? I’m just quiet. And when I Do get some volume it’s not without it’s toll, I’ll lose my voice if I sing like that for too long.
But my voice aside, I have something in me that is happy when I make music, singing or otherwise. And I want to start listing to more classical music too.
One of my favorite things to do when I’m alone is have classical music playing way too loud while I sit and am washed with the vibrations which ARE music. I haven’t done that recently. I’m not sure why, some combination of living where I don’t have public radio (my main source of classical music), and then just never having the right time while I was in the states, and before that I avoided music. I just couldn’t handle the way it moves my soul while I was putting my life back together. I must be in a really good place if I can withstand it now.
I’m not sure if it’s the same for everyone, but for me, if the music is made on a piano, guitar, violin or any stringed instrument it moves me more. Maybe it’s something about the way the vibrations are made, (and I realize that all sound and thus all music are vibrations, but the way that one note can overlap another while continuing a melody the way a piano can, is different then the one resonance chamber of any brass, or woodwind).
And it’s not just listening to music, it’s making it too. I have tried to learn a wide variety of instruments, none of them really stuck except voice. But that’s probably because you can’t really put that one down. (really, I started with the recorder then tried the viola, flute, saxophone, trumpet, oboe, guitar, piano and dum-beck(it’s a middle eastern drum). Singing is best for me because I’m not so distracted by my lack of skill as when I’m on an instrument.
But I’m shy when singing, the smaller the group the more shy I become. I often make my singing voice a little more plain than it really is when I know people can hear me. I don’t know why, maybe I’ve heard too many people that think they sound good and don’t want to come off that way. I just clam up if I know anyone is listening (even from another room). The shyness exception being singing in church and singing Christmas carols.
Also I have always mourned the lack of volume and umphf my voice has (or doesn’t). I wanted to be one of those big Broadway belters, or a sassy jazz singer with a voice like whiskey on the rocks. Also, not to sound pretentious, but, I miss going to the opera.
I have a fairly pretty voice, it blends very well, it’s mid range for a women. It really isn’t unique in any way, save I can stay on pitch while singing with others, or find a pitch in my head so I get my intervals right. The one thing I HATE hearing from choir directors or voice teachers is ‘you need to breathe more’. Really? You hear my speaking voice? I’m just quiet. And when I Do get some volume it’s not without it’s toll, I’ll lose my voice if I sing like that for too long.
But my voice aside, I have something in me that is happy when I make music, singing or otherwise. And I want to start listing to more classical music too.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Sunny Monsoon
It’s been sunny for the past two days. That’s impressive considering it’s monsoon season. The sky is a pretty blue and there are fluffy white clouds. Too bad it’s hot. Like oven hot. But when it’s raining it’s super humid, I wonder if summer is nice anywhere. At least there are no mosquitoes in the city. They were the bane of my summer existence in Texas. Well, they weren’t only around in the summer, they could really pop up any time.
We did have a nice long, cool spring though. I’d never had one of those that I remember. It was really nice. I’m used to the 9 months of humid summer weather in south Texas, with a short break of rainy and slightly cold for about three weeks.
I do kind of miss the overpowering smell of sunscreen and chlorine which was the only relief from the heat and humidity. Justin and I get to go to San Antonio for two weeks (for his work) and I’m fully intending to mooch pool time from our friend.
I've been planning our vacation for months now (and it was a little complicated so it needed lots of planning) but it's hard to believe that it's almost here! Justin flies out a week from today, then I leave Korea two days after (I have to stay to pay rent in person, how dumb is that?). Once I get to the states I won't be back to Korea for 2 whole months.
I feel like I haven't done too much since it's gotten hot and humid, I just don't want to be outside. I Have organized a book club, I am kinda proud of that. It's not a local book club, but it's with all the friend-girls I care about. (Is it just me, or is there no good name for a friend who is a girl. I don't like the term 'girl friend', 'Oh i just went shopping with a girl friend', it just sounds funny. anyway.). But it works out that no one in the book club lives in the same city. I think it's more fun to read a book at the same time as someone else, so you have someone to talk to. So I have done that.
Like I said, not much is going on. We're down to our last fridge food, trying to strike the balance of having enough milk for cereal but not having extra food that I'll just have to throw away before we leave.
I still have to pack, but I've been mentally packing my bag for weeks, so I think I'll be okay.
We did have a nice long, cool spring though. I’d never had one of those that I remember. It was really nice. I’m used to the 9 months of humid summer weather in south Texas, with a short break of rainy and slightly cold for about three weeks.
I do kind of miss the overpowering smell of sunscreen and chlorine which was the only relief from the heat and humidity. Justin and I get to go to San Antonio for two weeks (for his work) and I’m fully intending to mooch pool time from our friend.
I've been planning our vacation for months now (and it was a little complicated so it needed lots of planning) but it's hard to believe that it's almost here! Justin flies out a week from today, then I leave Korea two days after (I have to stay to pay rent in person, how dumb is that?). Once I get to the states I won't be back to Korea for 2 whole months.
I feel like I haven't done too much since it's gotten hot and humid, I just don't want to be outside. I Have organized a book club, I am kinda proud of that. It's not a local book club, but it's with all the friend-girls I care about. (Is it just me, or is there no good name for a friend who is a girl. I don't like the term 'girl friend', 'Oh i just went shopping with a girl friend', it just sounds funny. anyway.). But it works out that no one in the book club lives in the same city. I think it's more fun to read a book at the same time as someone else, so you have someone to talk to. So I have done that.
Like I said, not much is going on. We're down to our last fridge food, trying to strike the balance of having enough milk for cereal but not having extra food that I'll just have to throw away before we leave.
I still have to pack, but I've been mentally packing my bag for weeks, so I think I'll be okay.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Cat Vacation
So our Gambit is going to have a comparably complicated summer too. The last minute TDY that Justin got which I'm accompanying him on (to San Antonio) made taking Gambit with me not possible. It was too late to schedule him as a carry-on pet OR a checked pet for my flight.
So in August when I follow Justin to San Antonio, Gambit will have to be pet-sat by my life saver, Ceci (and her husband Wayne), but for less time than she was expecting, which is good. Only... it's going to be earlier than they were expecting him too. I'm hoping they don't mind. But it's only for 2 weeks.
Then Justin will be back in Korea for 3 weeks and will take Gambit back to our place for that stretch of time. Then Justin will take Gambit as a carry-on pet in September when he flies to California. (yay!)
Gambit will stay at the Berkeley house with us the rest of the time we're in Cali, but he's going to have to put up with a variety of family taking care of him. Because Mom and I are going to an out-of-town wedding one weekend; and Justin will be out of town the same weekend. But my Dad is the cat whisper so I'm not worried.
The next stretch of time we'll be gone is when we go to visit Nick for about a week. All four of us are going and it's either one of my busy cousins or my grandfather taking care of them (the cats)... Maybe I'll ask Julia to take care of them, she's responsible and doesn't have too much on her plate right now I think.
THEN I have two carry-on cat spaces reserved for when Justin and I leave in October to go back to Korea. Right now my Mom doesn't want me to take Teddy to Korea and she's hinting that I should leave Gambit with them too. We'll see how the cats get along. But it's complicated.
So in August when I follow Justin to San Antonio, Gambit will have to be pet-sat by my life saver, Ceci (and her husband Wayne), but for less time than she was expecting, which is good. Only... it's going to be earlier than they were expecting him too. I'm hoping they don't mind. But it's only for 2 weeks.
Then Justin will be back in Korea for 3 weeks and will take Gambit back to our place for that stretch of time. Then Justin will take Gambit as a carry-on pet in September when he flies to California. (yay!)
Gambit will stay at the Berkeley house with us the rest of the time we're in Cali, but he's going to have to put up with a variety of family taking care of him. Because Mom and I are going to an out-of-town wedding one weekend; and Justin will be out of town the same weekend. But my Dad is the cat whisper so I'm not worried.
The next stretch of time we'll be gone is when we go to visit Nick for about a week. All four of us are going and it's either one of my busy cousins or my grandfather taking care of them (the cats)... Maybe I'll ask Julia to take care of them, she's responsible and doesn't have too much on her plate right now I think.
THEN I have two carry-on cat spaces reserved for when Justin and I leave in October to go back to Korea. Right now my Mom doesn't want me to take Teddy to Korea and she's hinting that I should leave Gambit with them too. We'll see how the cats get along. But it's complicated.
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