Wowee... America is just overwhelming. On my last day in Korea, Min Gi and I went to the Dongdaegu bus station at 3 a.m. to catch the bus with two cats, two huge bags, and my carry on oversize "purse." On the five hour ride to Incheon, the kitties mewled the whole time, I'm sure to the chagrin of nearby passengers. At the airport, we had to take them through Incheon's "quarantine" check station and then check Princess into the baggage compartment, while Saja got to accompany me in the cabin under the seat in front of me. I said goodbye to my husband just outside the security gate. The kitties and I made it on the 13.5 hour plane ride in a daze. My love for Korean Air is vast and bottomless.
Mom and Brian picked me up from the airport. They proceeded to talk about babies for the next hour. Mom claims that she only wants to talk about Brian's friend Elizabeth's baby, and that she won't pressure me at all for five years. She keeps reminding me how she's not pressuring me... Like every few minutes the first couple days, now more like once every few hours.
The rest of this first day is a little blurry. I ate pizza and burritos and unpacked in the temporary room with the fold out couch (the basement is unfinished) and played with the shell-shocked cats in the basement and slept at odd hours.
Friday, my first full day in America, took me to an Ethiopian food cafe in Gaithersburg where I met Anne's family for a delightful lunch. Then Anne and I hung out in the afternoon, doing some shopping and walking around a park, lamenting the absence of young children on the perfectly beautiful summer day. Why don't kids play outside anymore? What happened to that?
Then, her friend called to cancel, giving me the chance to attend my first EVER professional football game in America--the pre-season game between the Washington Redskins and the Buffalo Bills! It was overwhelming (especially understanding everything that the other fans were saying all around me) and exciting (especially watching dancing girls--I mean "cheerleaders"--with actual booties to shake). The Redskins were winning so overwhelmingly that, by the end of the third quarter, we decided to escape to beat a bit of the traffic. I forgot how into football Americans are. It was fun to walk through the "tailgaters"--people who showed up hours before the game to park in the lot and have cookouts out of the back of their vehicles, and to see the painted-up, jersey-wearing hardcore fans. The whole thing reminded me of World Cup in Korea, but more intense because we were actually in the stadium.
Sadly, because I didn't know we were going to do anything super cool and because my brain was (and still kind of is) total mush, I forgot my camera.
Saturday, I was lazy and tired and our internet blew out. I hung around the house. Helped Elizabeth's husband, Mike, to mud (fill in the cracks with putty) the dry wall in the room in the basement where Min Gi and I will live temporarily (when it's finished). Cooked dinner (corn on the cob, mac 'n cheese, bread, fruit salad). Just tired and lazy and super jet lagged.
Sunday, I was still exhausted, but I was supposed to go to the fair with Anne and Sam. This did not happen. But I did kidnap Sam from Baltimore in the afternoon and then cooked pizza for everyone at home (including Mike and Elizabeth) and then had a complete breakdown after dropping Sam off at home because when I got back to the house (8:30 pm), I was dead tired, operating on patchy and limited sleep, dealing with the fact that our guests were sitting just outside my "bedroom" so I couldn't go to bed (and all the other beds were currently occupied), and I hadn't talked to Min Gi in two days because of the internet problems. I just sort of fell apart and started crying and felt really bad and embarrassed about the whole thing. Jet lag is very evil.
This morning, I've had nearly a full 8 hours (first time in days), took a long walk/jog (I have got to remember how much better I feel after exercise), met a new man in our neighborhood who complimented me on my appearance post-workout (haha), and have internet on my very own computer (so I FINALLY know that Lauren won SYTYCD Season 7). Finally, things are looking up.
Now... if only I can get hired!