Mission Cheonan... Friday, January 4

I’ve been contemplating my escape, contemplating whether or not I should even escape, but in passing I mentioned it to a co-worker. 

“Just do it!” she told me, and with that I left. 

With only my cell phone in hand, a small wad of cash in my pocket and my little make-up bag in my other pocket, I ran off of campus as fast as my vertically-challenged Polish legs could take me.  Despite getting dropped off at the wrong subway station by a taxi that on any other day would have left me wanting to upper cut the driver, I was heading home and I was super happy.  Nothing was going to ruin this mission – Mission Cheonan.

I hadn’t told Snickers I was coming; it was going to be a complete surprise. 

One taxi ride, subway-hoping, one long bus ride and a short walk later, I had finally arrived at the stairwell that lead up to my home – Mi Gung.  It had taken me 3.5hrs and I had no key to get into my locked home and no battery left on my cell phone to call my MIA husband, so I sat and waited it out.  An hour later I heard Snickers racing up the stairs towards me.  Upon looking up to see me sitting in the stairwell, he froze, smiled and gave a long pause in disbelief. 

“Baby Angel?... Baby Angel!!!”

Turns out for the past hour I had been sitting right beside a house key he had hidden… nice.  Even that didn’t derail my happiness.  I was home, I was in the arms of the man I love and, when he opened the door, I was being jumped all over and trampled on by the little four-legged ones I adore.

I was home.

The home wasn’t how I had originally left it though.  Because I had showed up unexpectedly, it of course had the typical a-guy’s-guy-lives-here signs – large stack of crusted-over dishes in the sink, socks on a random shelf, bedding on the floor, and the laundry stacked up.

There was an addition in our house however, an addition I had no idea would be coming our way.  About a grand worth of exercise equipment sat in our front empty room.  We had discussed buying specific pieces from that one particular man who makes his own exercise equipment but we had never discussed when we were going to buy it.  Apparently this discussion doesn’t need to happen anymore, on account that all those pieces discussed now sit in my house!!!  Well, all but the cable machine that is.  At first, I was really ticked off with Snickers.  He had dropped over a grand on these pieces without consulting me, that wasn’t cool.  He of course felt super bad, perhaps worse than I expected, and with me being a sucker for him me being ticked didn’t last very long.  He meant well, I know, and he did score a sweet, sweet price on them but I still wished he had talked to me first.