Beautiful Sunday

It is Sunday morning and it is way to early for me to even be awake. Its…*gasp* 9:30am! What? I feel super efficient today as I’ve already made some coffee, did a load of laundry and washed my dishes. Mm..good. Good. Definitely the awesome housewife in the making.

Speaking of jobs (and housewife IS a real job), I recently got some feedback from some job applications which I’ve been hauling myself at. Finally, my determination and amazingly fancy vocabulary won them over. Muah-ha-ha. This makes me feel more confident and secure about leaving Korea (I should really say South Korea, since there’s also the North up there..). I want to say that I love change, but most people say that when they don’t really. Many people think they love change when they don’t. I want to embrace change because I think change is good for me. But sometimes I get scared.

I’m not much of a planner.. I think disorganization is me at its best. However, with at least a few promising prospects, I feel safer leaving this comfort zone that I’ve created here. Like my Sunday routines. Usually we’re sleeping until somebody calls us and cries “Oh no!! Wake up!!! Churchhhhhh!!!!! We’re LATEEEE” And then I scramble around and get ready and down some coffee to wake me up. With our crazy abnormal work schedule, Sunday is really hard for us to wake up early. Then we spend the rest of our day lazing around in cafes reminiscing about exotic foods like salami and cheese.

When I get home, I am going to cry when I see cheese. I am going to nurse it to bed at night and nibble it by day. This is how much I miss cheese. I also miss Chinese Brocolli, heck, ALL vegetables (aside from sweet potato and cabbage, which they have here by the cartons). I want to eat all sorts of vegetables, raw, right there in woolies. And then I’m going to go to a pub, even if it’s 1 in the afternoon and drink a pint of Cooper’s Pale Ale. Oh how much I miss thee, good beer. And then I am going to just walk up and down rundle mall. I will go over to the silver balls and hug everybody who’s waiting or meeting somebody “at the mall’s balls”. Just because I can. Then I will prance my way down to North Terrace and memorize the outline of the museum, library, Adelaide Uni. Because I never, never want to take for granted beautiful scenery ever again. Korea is just an ugly country. Then I will hop on the tram, maybe with a kick and burst into song, and head over to Glenelg. I will feed the seagulls, yes even though I dislike them. Just because I won’t get diseases from them. Then I will feast my eyes with all the cleavage I will be seeing. Oh..how good it is to be in a country where women have normal sized breasts. Then I will get a tan. Yes. The forbidden tan. And then drink a cup of sea water. Because I can. And then I will go to China town and eat some real chinese food. Maybe some dumplings. Heck, everything. I will strategically avoid every Korean store, every piece of kimchi and every korean person until I feel emotionally stable again to do so.

Ahh….. sounds good. But right now, I need to go to church because I’m going to be LAATEEEEEE!!!! Oh, not again!!