I think I might go to Paris for my vacation. All by myself, since Mike will be in New York. And you know what? I don't know if I'll take a trip home at the end of this contract or not. There's a lot of world to see, and this proper job nonsense makes the time I have to see it extremely fucking precious.
I've lived thousands of miles away from my home and many of the people I've loved for half a decade now. I didn't think another few thousand would make that big of a difference. I knew going home once a year instead of twice or three times would, but we haven't even reached that point yet.
Anyway. I can't say for sure -- it's only been two months. But I'm getting the distinct impression that being abroad in a totally foreign place changes things. In the minds of others, I mean. Maybe it's that wicked third month creeping up on me, but I'm getting tired of pretending not to notice that the people who gave me so much trouble about how I was going to forget about them once I got to South Korea have, in turn, seemed to decide that it's just not worth the effort. I don't know if everyone who goes abroad experiences this or not, but I think it's time to stop waiting around for it to change. I do know that Mike is going through the exact same thing, and knows exactly what I mean when I mention it. And God bless Mike for being here and understanding. Don't know what I would do without him.
Maybe Mr. Kwan is right to hound me about getting to know at least a few other expats. Even just being on the forums at times can offer a little relief in knowing that the one million little things that happen everyday are not unique to us, although they may not ever be understood by anyone we left back home.
Anyway, happy two month mark, Mike.