My husband is on a mission to find out what his true passion is.
After being a computer programmer for a contracting company to Samsung (and getting fed up with the extensive hours and Korean work culture) and then owning his own networking/computer repair business until the world economic crisis dried up contracts, he's decided he no longer wants to do anything with computers for his career. For awhile, he thought he might want to own a bar or restaurant, so he had taken a job as a bartender and that's how I met him, but he's since realized that it's a pretty unhealthy lifestyle. About a year ago, he happened into a nine month contract as a temp for the Department of Labor which brought him a steady salary doing data entry and site visits, but he quit that job so he could take enough time off for the wedding preparations and then our honeymoon.
Although he is now picking up odd jobs with friends, this has left him with a lot of free time. He has started filling it with new hobbies.
One day I came home and was greeted with the question, "What do you think about wire art?"
"Yes." He shows me some pictures online. "I want to learn how to make it. I ordered a book about it!"
"Sounds great, honey."
A week later, I find Min Gi on the floor of our bedroom with beads and earring backs and pliers surrounding him. He is making jewelry. Over the next few weeks, he repairs my two broken necklaces and makes three new pairs of earrings for me. Thank you, honey.
"I found a soccer club that meets on Tuesday nights near our apartment!"
"Great, hon!" And let me kiss the knee you've scraped up.
Next, he begins visiting the library every day to read about American culture and study English. He even gets his first library card. He is very proud of this (and rightfully so... library cards are AWESOME). Let's read together, honey.
This weekend he announces that a mutual friend of ours has offered to teach him to play the guitar.
"But you don't have a guitar."
"He has an extra one that he will let me borrow."
After one lesson this Saturday, our house has been filled nonstop with the irregular strums of a beginning guitarist. You're doing so well for just two days, honey!
He hasn't found it quite yet, but at this rate, I'm pretty sure he'll figure out what it is that he truly loves doing. Or at least we'll both be entertained...
I love this man.