Back in the real world, coming home from a trip on Sunday was always a drag. I knew that my suitcase would sit, unpacked and messy, until the work week ended and I finally had a chance to catch up. It would just sit there, taunting my inability to 'do it all' and my feeble attempts at 'work life balance.'
Now that I live in the surreal world of an expat trailing spouse, I have plenty of time. I've allowed myself to get distracted by a host of things: picking up our official Alien Registration Cards, getting keys to our new apartment, going to Karaoke on a Monday night, eating slightly better Mexican food on Tuesday, and now skiing on Wednesday.
Our hotel room might have looked something like this yesterday:
Wow. Sorry Amos. I never let it get that bad when I was actually, you know, working.
That's right... unpacking from the Philippines [pictures coming soon, I promise]... packing to move (!) into our new apartment (!!) on Friday (!!!). The month and a half of hotel living is coming to an end, and not a damn moment too soon.
Sorry, gotta run. The hills of Gifu aren't going to ski themselves you know. My life? It might not suck.
you life is actually what we would call baller. can't wait to see pictures of the new apartment!
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