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Another Week, Another Won

My easy going weekend turned out to be much more 'going' than 'easy' and slowly, life is beginning to feel here like well life.

A few things I did that made it feel well normal:

I was able to buy shirts that I knew would fit me. Mostly because they were from the Gap and American Eagle and Old Navy BUT they were second hand and clearly from other foreigners so they didn't cost the full price. Now I actually haven something to wear to work that doesn't cling quite so tightly..

I was able to have gin and tonics in bar amongst other foriegners that I didn't necessarily have to talk to but just knowing there were other people around that WERE KINDA LIKE ME made it all the less isolating.

Gimhae is a good small place to live, you don't feel overwhelmed. But I must remind myself that getting to Busan every once in awhile will allow me to partake in more comforts from home.

It was probably just what a needed to keep my spirits up after being home last week. I awoke last night, all anxious and panicky as occasionally happens, and for some reason all I wanted was a hug from my mom...it didn't help that then I started to obsess about how long it might be BEFORE I would get a hug from my mom again and well...insomniacs unite!...the craziness continued until I fell back asleep an hour later.

Overall I'm much more optimistic than I was about being here then when I left to go home for my sister's wedding. I was really worried that I would feel there really was nothing left for me here.

But the weather is turning. And the days are longer. And there are lots of places we're hoping to go and see and enjoy. And we only have 4 and a half months left.

To top off all this positivity, D's parents will be here at the end of the week and I am SO EXCITED, almost like I'm 10 years old again and it's ONLY December 1st and I'm just willing the days to pass by so it will JUST .. BE.. CHRISTMAS ..ALREADY!..

They'll be here for almost 2 weeks and then...well...then we only have four months left.

That's not even long enough to publish a book from production to end. Certainly not long enough to plan a wedding. And I suppose when I put it in those contexts, it just seems like it will be no time at all....

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liz said…
i wish some of your postivity could rub off on me... i still have six and half months to go... and at the mo' don't feel like i'll make it...

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