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One of my favourite home tasks has always been grocery shopping. I love the look of a full fridge, full cupboard, filled with a variety of food that I can choose from because, being a Gemini, I never quite know what type of food I'm going to want.

I love heading to Tesco but mostly Sainsburys to wander the aisles for such necessities as pesto and sardines and sun dried tomato paste and kalamta olives. You know, just the basics.

I can't count the number of times I get the 'big-D-sigh' 'eye-roll' and 'Why on earth did you buy that? You won't eat that'. He's gotten his way with fresh things like grapes (I love them but always seem to forget to eat them and therefore have been relegated to 'food A should not bother buying as it will go bad in the fridge'.) but I can still get away with cupboard food though because it never goes bad....ah the mini victories of compromise.

With this new 'heading-to-S. Korea-to-teach-english' plan, we are probably not going to do any more big grocery shops.

If all goes well, we will be gone by the beginning of July. D's last day at work is next Friday and I'm becoming increasingly aware of the fact that I have CHOSEN to leave my dream job. I have to make sure I don't hype S. Korea up too much in my head as it has big shoes to fill and I really don't want to become a grump on my new adventure.

At the same time, I feel ready to go, ready to move on, ready to try something new. I will get back to publishing once our feet are planted back in Canada. I just couldn't resist the opportunity to live in Asia, even if for only one year.

But back to the groceries...

We needed margarine spread last night because we didn't have any in the house. As we reached the section, both of us reached for the large tub, the one we normally get, to last us a few months for the minor times that we actually use it.

We stopped. Looked at each other. And then I said it.

'Well, do we need the big one?'

'Oh,' said D 'Well, I guess maybe not'

'I mean we're only going to be here for a couple more weeks'

And that was that. Our house has been downgraded to 'small serving size purchases'. No more anchovies for me.


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