...and then there are nights like tonight where I have to remind myself that it's not a bad life, it's just a bad day or, in the case of today, a bad night too.
Let's see, how did the day start off... oh ya, it started off with me accidentally popping off the drainage plug on the side of the mop water bucket -- a plug I didn't even know was there until low and behold I popped it off. Pee-filled water e-v-e-r-y w-h-e-r-e, and by everywhere I mean on my toes, the floor, even some splashed onto my leggings and one of the side mirrors. I then of course had to mop it up and then clean the floor again. I should note that the "beauty" of the plug being "so conveniently" placed at the bottom part of the water bucket means that all the fur and nastiness that gets picked up by the mop and then sinks to the bottom then is the first to exit the bucket. Do you know what it feels like to have a clump of fur and random people's hair in between your toes? Let me save you the trouble and just tell you it doesn't feel very nice. Not very nice at all.
So apparently I have a fan and he's also one of our mini Hulkies. I'm officially not only his screen saver picture poster girl but I also showed up on his Facebook page via a random picture he snapped of me. Am I flattered, somewhat. Am I grossed out, somewhat. But am I going to do anything about it, nah. I totally blame Snickers for this though. I thought Hell had frozen over the other day when in H&M with Snickers and he picked out a crop top for me to coach him. I honestly thought he was joking but when he grabbed two more, saying he didn't know what colour he liked best, and walked up to the cashier I was so shocked. I guess these crop tops are kind of like a warm-up or practice to the sports bra goal I have made known to him. My sports bra goal is to not only mustard up the confidence but also the abs needed to proudly and loudly rock a pair of leggings and sports bra while coaching.
As for the bad in my night, that had to do with an email containing some bad news from Canada. I won't go into the details of it because I don't really know much about what has happened. Regardless, anyone who has ever lived so far away from friends and family, from their native country, can totally relate to the stress that comes with feeling totally helpless in such a situation so I decided to walk off the stress. I walked for two and a half hours.
I am roughly 10626 kilometres away from my family and closest friends, that's rough, and me being here over ten years now doesn't make it easier, it just makes it more tolerable. In some ways it's actually become harder, like when I hear other foreigners talking about ending their time in Korea and moving back. That's nice that they have a "due date", a day when they know when they'll get to see their much-loved, much-missed love ones but I don't have the luxury of having such a due date. It's been 1,370 days since I've seen my much-loved, much-missed people and I miss them every day.
I am roughly 10626 kilometres away from my family and closest friends, that's rough, and me being here over ten years now doesn't make it easier, it just makes it more tolerable. In some ways it's actually become harder, like when I hear other foreigners talking about ending their time in Korea and moving back. That's nice that they have a "due date", a day when they know when they'll get to see their much-loved, much-missed love ones but I don't have the luxury of having such a due date. It's been 1,370 days since I've seen my much-loved, much-missed people and I miss them every day.
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