And I can’t complain…

And the moments pass over me. The moments consume me. The mandolin strums and cycles. It’s an endless cycle of repeating melodies and harmonies. The tricky whizzing of runs and loops. And maybe somewhere hiding was an element of surprise and wonder. A change from what we thought was right. And now an intricate looping of patterns and puzzles. As if I had left the straight lines in the book. Not written and composed the previous way. As if it had never existed. The great poems and lyrics all taken. no original thought or melody to own. So… there it was… my melody and the harmony. it was all there. And it was all me. Only I had left the accompaniment at home. And that was the real reason the page tore. That was the reason that the boat sank. If she can’t complain, then I guess I won’t bother.

just here…

I have been meaning to write for a while now, I guess I had neither the ambition nor the time to do so.

I wanted to get a few things out, or jsut write I guess, so this break in classes will suffice for now.

After a recent turn in knowledge and some other work debokles, I had been considering finding a new job as of late. I did tell my work people that I would stay on, kind of under the understanding that I really couldn’t make more money than I would be, were I to stay. Besides, I know the job, it’s not HORRIBLE. there could of course be PLENTY of things that need to change, and some of the people in charge do many many things with out thinking, or asking other foreign managers whether they think it’s right or not. And, so you know, I am not a manager, so I am not talking about me. thank you very much. I also don;t apreciate how the “other” teachers are being treated. the best working environment is not one in which you talk about them behind their backs, and then tell them rude things to their face, and just assume they’ll want to keep working, and working hard for you, especially when yo are alredy working your buttocks off for them. Anyways, I am pretty sure that I will get a mess of flack, and other headaches if I leave, not sure how I feel about those, but I guess the desicion needs to be made soon right? So, it iwll happen one way or another, in three days.

In two weeks we start teaching a sunday shcool class at a church here. It should be fun. it will be very organized, and a lot of work at first I assume, but once it gets going, it shouldn’t be too bad. Other than that, we take our wedding photo’s in three weeks. that should be interesting and…fun. Hahaha. It’s going to be one LONG day of picture taking…should be interesting.

Anyways, prep calls, I guess I will check in soon.

Life…

As I avoid getting to bed on time, thus moving my sleeping clock back to a horrible u-turn from where I had brought it too, I decided to leave a little something for those of you who I have been absent in contacting.

So many things have been happening I guess I didn’t really know where to start, and what to say about it all. I have been busy as ever doing many things. Unfortunately not exercising. My gym has now been closed for renovation for a month now. Actually over a month now, and it is to be two more weeks probably. 

A new school year has begun here in South Korea, and the classes are surprisingly running quite well in these first few days.  There have been a few bruises and bumps all in all, but over all it’s been good. I am really going to enjoy teaching the older kids, although I miss seeing my young kids every sometimes. Although, in their entrance into elementary school, they have picked up bad personality traits for other kids already. the innocence has left the building and their brains.

Church is good. I have been feeling a little teeter-tottery as of late. Not because of my thoughts on God, just me I guess, hitting that fall time again. I am looking for a spring, if you know what I mean. Maybe you don’t. I am just trying to stay away from winter. I am just worried with everything going on in my life that I will take a wrong turn, and end up in the cold on winter. If you don’t know what that is form my analogies, sorry, it’s not meant for you.  

Well, the part you have been avoiding… oh wait… the part I have been avoiding… 

The newish girlfriend. The old girlfriend. The girlfriend. She is relatively new, but feels old, and is there, present in my life. It has taken a turn for the serious. I don’t really feel like sharing everything right now, which is sucky of me I guess, but deal. Just know that it was unexpected. Not solicited. And more then I ever imagined. The funny part to me is that it’s not all butterflies and lolly-pops. But, it is real, and new fresh, and free of hassle. For the first time, I feel good, but mature. I feel a lot older. I don’t know if that sounds good, but it really feels good. It’s funny, I thought this would be much more difficult. I knew that dealing with my past would be obvious, but not painless. Here it is, here I am.

We’ll talk more soon. We have to talk more soon. There is much more you should know.  Big changes.