tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post8558274755479230150..comments2023-11-03T22:34:56.656+09:00Comments on I'm no Picasso: They put her through it.I'm no Picassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06516337555349888808noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-89288830989131843822011-05-27T10:40:44.332+09:002011-05-27T10:40:44.332+09:00Seriously..... 3gyupsal, you are preaching to the ...Seriously..... 3gyupsal, you are preaching to the choir with that one. I'm under no illusions about how difficult being a parent is. I'm not sure why other people who are parents are.I'm no Picassohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06516337555349888808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-48410737731457746772011-05-25T12:54:05.240+09:002011-05-25T12:54:05.240+09:00Spock -- I dunno. I used to have that attitude whe...Spock -- I dunno. I used to have that attitude when I was younger. The older I get, the more sorry I feel. And the more I start to worry that I might be missing important things. When I was 18, it was the same old thing as always. In the eight years since, my brother has gotten married to a woman I now hardly know, I have a nephew I've met twice, and I spent a total of a week and a half with my grandfather in the last year he was alive. <br /><br />My grams can get naggy and it drives me up the wall. But last night was different. And I feel sorry for causing her that pain, whether it's justified or not.I'm no Picassohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06516337555349888808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-35833408302581515002011-05-25T12:47:55.528+09:002011-05-25T12:47:55.528+09:00I just don't get why it tears the family up so...I just don't get why it tears the family up so much honestly. Did they really think I was going to stay in my hometown my whole life? Obviously not. So as an adult I will see them once a year instead of twice or three times. Distance has a lot less to do with things than how much you actually see each other. My parents said my whole life that all they wanted was for me to be happy -- and now they have to put their money where their mouths are.Mr. Spockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07125299410825437145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-66396452503671554122011-05-25T09:33:24.602+09:002011-05-25T09:33:24.602+09:00Thank you Burn. It just goes to show -- I'm no...Thank you Burn. It just goes to show -- I'm not actually a crass, loud-mouthed hussy. I just choose to be one sometimes for effect. :pI'm no Picassohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06516337555349888808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-69783072351068669332011-05-25T08:43:06.321+09:002011-05-25T08:43:06.321+09:00I don't want to comment on what you wrote IMP....I don't want to comment on what you wrote IMP...just how you wrote it. Some great writing in this one...gently elegant, tonal and softly expressive. Fucking lovely.Burndoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10810891417843137002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-34773003369300912392011-05-25T06:41:01.384+09:002011-05-25T06:41:01.384+09:00I'm getting this from both sides of the genera...I'm getting this from both sides of the generation gap in my family right now. From my mother, who is only 18 years older than me, so she's still pretty young, and from my daughter, who is 22 and tells me constantly that she misses me and wishes I was back in Canada with her so we could hang out. My fiance wants us to get married next year in September, and although he's got excellent English skills and could probably do well in Canada, as far as getting a job and communicating, his mother depends on him for financial support, so we'll be staying in Korea for the forseeable future. It's hard not to feel guilty no matter what I do.<br /><br />It's true, this is the hardest part of living abroad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-71276728342984300212011-05-24T21:56:30.585+09:002011-05-24T21:56:30.585+09:00i just got off the phone with my mom and had an in...i just got off the phone with my mom and had an instance sort-of related to this. basically she just said "i will be alright if you live there for a couple of years! i miss you a lot, but i'll support you in whatever you decide to do." in her sort-of panicked, i'm-not-going-to-cry voice. i don't know what else to say besides "alright, thanks mom." <br /><br />this is the only really hard part about living abroad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com