I vaguely remember a blog post from last year in which I admitted that my weekdays basically consisted of recovering from the weekends, reading books on the couch, and drinking coffee. The worst part of my weeks was the required trips to the grocery store, which I made without children.
As they say, all good things must come to an end.
There are certainly good things about our situation here, only they include precious little "alone time" for yours truly. Now the trips I make to the grocery store without children constitute almost the entirety of my alone time.
I think we're finally all settled in and feeling like this is home now. I can navigate the apartment in the dark without running into the walls, I don't notice how hard the Korean bed is anymore, and I've mostly gotten the hang of backing into parking spaces (which is the only way it's done here). I'm not afraid of driving anymore-- even the infamous 'triangle of death' outside of the base's main gate doesn't give me pause. Who cares if traffic can go 6 different directions and no one has the right-of-way? The Corolla can hang with the best of 'em.
So life feels more normal, although certainly a bit less convenient than in the States. Activities of daily living are very much a guessing game-- from my Korean washing machine to the strictly enforced recycling system, every day presents a new opportunity to screw something up.
A list of odd things:
- When we get utility bills in the mail, we have no idea what they say. Electric, gas, water? Who knows? We have to take them to the property manager and he takes our cash and pays them.
- People ask to take photos with us sometimes. Because I don't know why.
- Bike helmets are not a thing here. Which is odd, because terrible driving is definitely a thing here.
- We often feel deep disapproval coming from waitresses. We haven't figured out what we're doing wrong exactly-- it's always something different. This week it was ordering glasses of water. Once it was not ordering enough food. Another time it was ordering too wide a variety of food-- like they only wanted to cook chicken, not chicken and beef. Basically, whatever we are doing is wrong.
The kids and I have our homeschool routine down now, and I think we're doing okay. Our days are longer than I expected they would be; maybe I'm doing it wrong. But learning seems to be happening, and with minimal complaining. I'll take it.
We've heralded "Fun Fridays" as a more relaxed school day-- We get the essentials done first, and then we usually have some sort of an art project, tea time during our read-aloud, math games, and a "pop quiz" where I toss Tic-Tacs at whoever correctly answers questions taken from what we've learned during the week. Everyone looks forward to Fun Fridays-- and the weekends that follow them. ;)
Josh has been kindly taking the kids out to breakfast or on some sort of errand on Saturdays to give me a bit of time in which I can hear the sweet, sweet sound of silence. He's my favorite husband.
I will leave off with some pictures from our vacation in early September. We spent a few nights in Seoul and then a few more on Jeju Island, which was lovely.
I lied. The photo site is down, so the photos will have to wait. I must get to sleep-- tomorrow is Fun Friday, after all.