Hello From the Other Side [of the World]
I was wondering if after all these months you might be wondering where I am.
It’s been a minute, though, really. The other day a friend from China messaged inquiring if I “might have written on [my] blog about moving to South Korea?” She and her fiancé are rather done with China’s zero Covid policy and looking to return to Korea, possibly, where they first met.
Esthé’s message was probably the final sign that I needed to allow myself to step away from marking exams, find some solitude, and for anyone reading, offer a bit of an update.
Since moving to Korea, two things have consumed me: 1. a very bustling professional life, and 2. falling in love. I still love teaching, and I am grateful to be working at Seoul Foreign School, a top-tier international school, but the work does swallow me like a large tidal wave some days. And weeks.
Falling in love, on the other hand, that really hasn’t consumed me so much as it has wrapped me up in the best down blanket a woman could find. And who wants to crawl out from under all of those layers of warmth? Not I. Thus, I’ve been a bit absent from the blog.
I’ve also stayed warm smiling under the California sun while visiting Dae Han’s family in July.
I am currently writing from what has become Dae Han’s office, formerly my yoga room (which was underutilized). Pumpkin blended baked oats just came out of the oven, and I recommend you give this recipe a whirl because it is über simple and pretty tasty. My new “sweater weather” scented is burning on my left, in front a photo of Dae Han’s family from the summer, and on my right Che Guevara (#lifewitharevolutionary) looks past me with intensity.
Dae Han’s not quite all moved in just yet, but the number of his items in the apartment has been increasing. We’ve been moving him in steadily, rather than all at once. Perhaps this helps two adults who have lived so much of their lives independently merge into a shared space a bit more gradually. Perhaps we’re both just too busy to muster a one-fell-swoop approach.
What I do know is that my life became exponentially richer since we met, almost one year ago. We may experience some growing pains as we go from having ownership over our own spaces to creating a shared space now, but what the days with Dae Han teach me is that the man shows up. For all of the conversations. For all of the negotiations. For all of the “stories I am telling myself” that are full of angst or projecting or worry.
There’s such a difference between us
Between the Us that Dae Han and I are together, and the Us I have ever been part of in what now feel like previous lives. I have pretty unending gratitude that a 38-year-old me met a 42-year-old Dae Han last October 9th. That woman and that man had done (and continue to do) a lot of work on themselves to show up to each other as rather integrated humans.
It’s no secret that I’ve been marked A+ on past relational report cards for Passive Aggresivity (I like this new word; let’s go with it). For me, this ineffective communication style developed from, well, many things, I think. I don’t like confrontation. So, there’s that. But I also didn’t really get that I could have needs, share my needs, and expect that there should at least be a conversation about how he/we would meet them. For many years, I also lived in a lot of fear that if I had needs — and boundaries — that these two things would push men away, or make me less desirable, or lovable.
I credit my D (who ever thought I’d celebrate such a score!) for Passive Aggresivity on my current report card to good therapy, a lot of reflection, and a strong will to do better — for myself and for my relationship. I also ascribe my healthier approach, where one actually addresses things that bother her in a direct manner, to my Dae Han. Take today, for example. It doesn’t matter the actual thing that was bothering me. It matters that DH can read me (not entirely a closed book — if you know, you know) and always evenly asks, “what are you thinking about” when he can see that I am chewing on something I need to spit out.
Dae Han has created for me the safest space to share, to fumble, to be all of me. And so sharing with him about my needs, desires, boundaries, it doesn’t feel threatening or scary. I am no longer worried that someone will walk away when they see all of me. What this man does when I start to open up is magical for me: he opens his ears, his arms, his heart, and becomes that downy comforter that soothes and settles me.
There are many things that have not come easily to me, in academics or life (and some that have) and I don’t regret that. A sound work ethic goes a long way in developing a healthy relationship — and I am finally getting to enjoy the fruits of this labor because I have found a partner who has been building this robust (one of DH’s favorite words) relationship with me from the Genesis. Dae Han (nor I, at this time) are religious, but finding the connection I have with him, it is spiritual. So, I have been here, in Korea, in Seoul, in the arms of a man who I may believe was sent by God, or the Universe, or perhaps my grandmother’s and mother’s and father’s and sister’s wills, all wrapped up together in Hope and Faith.
Hello, my friends and family,
from the other side
of the world
and of Doubt.
Hello from Faith
and Hope
and Happiness
Hello
and now goodnight
from my city apartment in Seoul.
