Home(sick) Alone

Being home alone since hubby’s been off to Korea has made me realize just how low maintenance I really am. I really don’t need to have every dish clean, every night. A few can sit in the sink. I’m okay with it. The laundry basket doesn’t fill up half as quick with only one person’s clothes in it. And I’ve got two weeks worth of underwear so yeah, I’m down with just letting the basket sit. Not washing clothes is liberating. So’s not cooking. They make healthy meals in a box nowadays. They’re even orGANic. Prep time: 5 minutes. In the microwave.

He’s having a blast. He calls me almost every day. Once, when I didn’t hear from him for a couple of days, I called his mom to see if he was at her house. She sounded pretty surprised to hear from me with my bad Korean and all. She told me he was in Jeonju and yelled at me for not coming with him. I told her I missed her. I couldn’t remember how to properly end a phone conversation so we just sat in silence for a few minutes. I heard her dogs barking in the background. I pictured her house the way I remembered it. Small and squat and surrounded by rolling fields of rice. I know things are growing there already. It won’t be long until the paddies are ablaze in the most amazing shade of green. I miss Korea.