Where Have I Been?

I have probably lost quite a few readers in the last few months. I’m sorry to see you go. However, those that have stuck around, thanks.

My last post was nearly 3 months ago. Things sure have changed around here since then. Probably the biggest change came from my going out in the world to find my new job. I’m sure somewhere in this blog, if you dig around, you’ll read about how I spent years and years (and years) going to school. I am back at it. Sorta.

When I was in Seoul, I totally used my college learnin’. I used my English BA every day as an editor. I used my Education MA every day as an editor of English language education texts. I even used my International Relations BA about 6 days a week as an expat (we kinda hid out at least one day during the weekend).

When we moved home, it was an adjustment: from leaving the house each day to walk or bus/subway to work, being in an office setting, interacting socially and professionally with coworkers… to just us… and the Internet.

Aside from my thighs (which definitely grew in width over the last two years of working from home + having a baby), my social interactions suffered greatly.

The at-home job ended for me officially at the end of July. I had been applying for editing, writing, and teaching jobs all summer, and had yet to land anything. Then I found myself on a really great interview at a middle school in a town just 20 minutes from us (think twin cities). I felt really confident going in because 1. It was a middle school, and 2. It was language arts. The panel seemed to like me, as did the assistant principal who led the interview.

Not less that three hours later, the AP called me with the news. They were going to go with someone else. BUT. She really liked me and wanted to help by putting in a good word for me with the other schools I’d applied to in that district.

That was a Thursday. The following Tuesday (I think), I got an email from a principal at another school asking if I’d found a position yet and if I’d consider something different. Here’s the catch: 1. It’s a high school. 2. It’s social studies. 3. It’s special education. 4. Saying yes means applying for a special education licensure, taking at least one college course on the subject, and the SE teacher comp test.

Needless to say… I’m now the newest world history SE teacher at the school. It’s tough, and rewarding. I’ve met some amazing educators who’ve really supported me over the last 6 weeks (I know, it’s already been SIX weeks!). And I’m busy.

And I’m sad. My little baby is growing and growing and I have such mixed feelings about being away from him. Each morning (if he wakes up before I leave for work at the crack of dawn) I swear he’s gained a pound and half an inch! The same thing when I get home in the evening.

I feel very fortunate to have been able to be home with him for 10 months, though, when most moms only get 3 or 4.




So it has been a VERY long time since I last wrote a blog. Just over a month, in fact. But I have good reasons.

For those of you who know me, know I work in publishing. And I’ve had loads of work come in the last several weeks. Including a few massive edits and starting up a new project of my own. After spending a few 12-hour days reviewing content, generating work schedules for writers and editors, as well as updating budget proposals and contracts, the last thing I want to do is writing (sit at a computer and do anything really). This job, which I’ve been lucky enough to have for the last three years, has also killed my reading bug. I’m quite happy to veg in front of the TV in my downtime.

On top of work, I had a little bitty wedding to plan and participate in. As the day drew near, I found myself not stressing necessarily, but generally overwhelmed with getting everything finalized and paid for.

Weddings are expensive! Now that it’s finished we can finally get back to saving for more exciting things like furniture and a tricked-out Prius. This is not to say that the wedding wasn’t a memorable experience. It really was; thanks to our parents, bridal party, amazing friends and family, and fantastic venue and vendors.

But, I have to say, probably the biggest reason for my blogging hiatus and a big distraction among other distractions has been this one,
little thing:

Jason saw this other image, and has since referred to our tiny fetus as a chicken. I think it looks more like an Ood.
We are due sometime around the second week in October. And we haven’t found out the gender yet, it’s still a little too early at about 16 weeks. But we definitely want to know so we can start picking out more gender specific (instead of neutral) awesome baby clothes.


I realize that it’s been an exceptionally long time since my last blog. I pretty much found myself overwhelmed at work and pretty much going through the motions: Wake up at 6, hop in the shower, maybe grab some breakfast, get dressed in less than ideal clothing since I’ve not been back to the States in over a year and, well, you try being in double-digit sizes in a country of an average size of 4. It’s really hard, if not impossible to find clothes here. And, when you do, you have to buy chintzy quality at best (read: it will fall apart in about two weeks). To continue on with my mundane routine, I walk to the bus stop(this is a fairly recent development since I can get off the bus really close to our apartment) and wait for the 340 bus, usually packed full (ridiculously full, uncomprehendingly full) of commuters and students. Just this morning I let two busses pass me because they were too full to even make an attempt. One stop after mine is a middle school where roughly 70% of the passengers will get off (yes, all little kids going to school since they don’t have school busses here either) and can then enjoy the rest of the ride. 20 minutes later, I am at my stop and walk the 7 minutes up a mild hill to my office. Then I sit (another reason I am in double-digit sizes) for about 8 hours of my 9 hour work day.  Then I walk to the bus, ride it home, and have dinner. You get the idea.

This is not to say that every day, or even every hour, is this sad, but it can get rather daunting. After all that monotony, it’s hard to really find the mental or physical strength to leave the house to explore the city (via bus or subway) on the weekend. After a full week of dealing with obscene deadlines (yes, obscene and offensive at times), interoffice communication issues, and still finding the time to nurture a relationship, find time for myself (reading, learning Spanish, knitting)…

At the end of the week, I just want a foot massage from Jason, some alone time with him and to just not think. It’s really hard to read a book when you have to read pages and pages of manuscripts everyday. It’s SUPER hard to learn Spanish in Korea. It’s doubly hard to maintain close friendships from so far away. And, to still consider a diet and exercise… I just sigh. I know that other people can do this, that I need to find my stride, take it like a man, whatever. I’m just tired… I need… more coffee. Thank goodness for the umpteen billion shops here.

I better end this rant before it turns into a long diatribe about coffee. By the way… decaf is gross.