With living in Shopping Mall USA.
The last few days have been a pretty up and down ride. First of all, it has reaffirmed my faith in my company-which may yet prove misguided, but for now I am sticking with them. I think I am going to land on my feet-despite all indications to the contrary.
But the other thing this week has taught me, rather regrettably, is how much I have come to terms with life here in Shopping Mall USA-home of incredibly fat women.
Now part of it is that our daily existence is quite comfortable. I work, she plants, and the garden grows. Not my idea of what the S.O. should be doing , but our house is always clean, I have clothes and a tie laid out each morning ( Wednesdays are “cartoon tie” days-but I ask no questions about that, just tie the double Windsorknot.), and there is food on the table each night. ( That I paid for). More importantly-thanks to her frugal ways-and the ones she taught me, we have saved a fair amount of money for the future. For all my complaining-all she has to do is smile at me-and and I fold like a cheap suit. I’m not sure why that is-all I know is I don’t like it a lot.
One of the things that burns at the back of my brain is that -for right now-we can pay our bills. Without ever worrying about that. This on top of putting 20% of my salary in retirement or other savings. So I am not in a hurry to leave either of that.
Our house is nice-I like it-and its more than enough for me and her and my stuff. The drive to work is short and I deal with it well. If I were either a boater or a football fan ( college not pro) life would be fine.
Still it frustrates me-especially now that I am back on the job prowl. I find myself advocating anything that would bring me back to Asia-but also not so dissappointed when it doesn’t happen. I’d love for some one to show me how to attract an Asian foreign employer.
Till then I keep swimming around. Kind of strange isn’t it?
But it is what it is-and after a very sleepless night last night-I am OK.