I really don’t know what I’m going to do with this blog honestly. I thought it’d be a travelogue/emotional ranting place where I could just funnel odd bits of catharsis now and then, but then life – as it tends to do, interfered and I just got busy. My job is constantly changing with each new term and adapting to the work load and navigating through office politics is a bit exhausting. However, most of the time – I work in a drama free environment and I like my co-workers. I’ve also finally learned the lesson about not expecting work colleagues to become friends outside of the office. See: why facebook is a lie.
I’m going to the gym regularly in the mornings, even though my ability is just slightly above a tired fifth grader holding a bucket of cement. On a treadmill. Or as the trainer helpfully said, “You’re not level zero! You’re about 15%!”
I’ve been living with my cat for about a month and I think we’re both okay – I’ve acquired a few more scratches and scars than I started out with, but Domino is still alive and thriving and I’ve given him two successful baths. I’m still trying to get him to sleep through the entire night and not succumb to the innate cat crazies in the early morning. Sleep deprivation has caused me to leave milk on top of the refrigerator, forget my bus pass, and wear unflattering pants.
Okay the last one had nothing to do with sleep deprivation and more to do with that awkward in between stage of losing weight/getting into shape where clothes don’t fit properly.
Right now Domino is sprawled out at the foot of my bed, completely asleep. My apartment is 90% clean. I don’t have pneumonia and am probably healthier now than when I first arrived. Tomorrow is one day that isn’t Monday. Pay day is soon. If this isn’t happiness, it’s certainly close to it.
I adopted a cat. He’s about a year old, is a bicolor domestic short-hair, and his name is Domino. Well, I named him Domino. He had a previous foster mom, who named him something else, but I just felt he looks more like a Domino. He has a little black mask on his face and has a black cape but his paws and belly are all white.
He’s been living with me for a week and change, and aside from the great Shit of Annoyance post bath trauma and some rather enthusiastic love biting/scratching, we’ve been getting on well.
He’s my first cat, and my second pet. My first pet was a Norwegian Dwarf rabbit that I bought off a neighbor that was moving away.
He likes to play with catnip anything, dangling mouse-birds on bendy dangles, and I just discovered – crumpled up tinfoil. He came with a laser pointer, but I haven’t played with it yet.
His favorite place to sleep is on my bed, with or without me in it.
I’m slowly training him to not bite or scratch me when we’re playing, and am working on catproofing my apartment.
I’ll be taking him back with me when I go home to America, whenever that may be.
I started this blog over a year ago, hoping to document a year in the life of a newbie English teacher full of ideals and dreams and …..yeah, that didn’t really work out. What happened was culture shock, intense discomfiture at the realization that my boss was a horrible human being, intense loneliness, sporadic bursts of happiness, lots of ridiculousness, life-saving care packages, black lungs, trips to hospitals, and the thought that while what didn’t kill me would make me stronger, it sure sucked while I was experiencing it. Nearly everything that could go wrong with a teaching gig in a foreign country did – up to worries of being deported, emotionally blackmailed, having a coworker do a midnight run, and oh, vomiting all over myself and being covered in said vomit for 8 hours in a Korean ER.
And yet, here I am again.
Different city, different job, incredibly different standard of living. As in – it’s better.