I’ve never written a blog before. To be honest, it’s a bit more intimidating than I had expected. I figured since I blab my mouth all day and have a bazillion thoughts running through my head, jotting a few of them out would be a cake walk (I love those, by the way). Just when I think I’ve got plenty of projects going in my life, it seems just being an active COFFEE participant might just be another one. So, here we go ladies and gentlemen. Grab your mug and I’ll get typing.
I am moving to Hong Kong in July. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been to Hong Kong before. In fact, I’ve never been to Asia, period. The idea of it sounds amazing to me. It’s an endless list of new things to see and explore…dim sum, fireworks, junk boats, horse races, hiking trails, flashing lights, Buddhism, heat & humidity, high-rises, metros, shopping, people, people and more people!!! It was the first and only place that I looked for a job this fall and I’m thrilled to have landed it.
Now I’m no stranger to change and in fact, I welcome it (some ex-boyfriends even might say I like it a bit too much). I’ve been moving around ever since I left the house at 18. I’ve lived in four different Kansas towns, taught at six different schools, lived in five different countries on three different continents. I love the challenge of a new environment…until now, out of nowhere I’m freaking out. Asia scares me. Not just a little, but Great Wall-size scares me.
I find myself thinking, “What the (enter expletive) am I doing?” I love Holland. My friends are here. I own a house. I’ll look like a giant there. It’s a 15-hour flight from HK to Chicago. They eat things like insects and animal penis. There will be pollution. And Chinese. Have you listened to this? Are you kidding me?
Thinking about the latter list makes me want to do these things: curl up in a ball and sleep for hours, eat copious amounts of carbohydrates (simple, not those healthy complex ones) and drink red wine. In fact, until about two weeks ago, I have been doing just that besides forcing myself to go to work and back. I’ve been so unmotivated and so grumpy that I no longer can even stand myself.
And then last week I snapped. I’ve decided that the only way I can survive this transition is to throw myself into a strict routine of health. Running, weights, meal plans, journaling & even a personal trainer. It’s been nearly a week now since I’ve started and I’ll have to say, I’m doing better than I expected, but the weekend looms. That’s when all the delicious wine and cheese comes out to tempt me. I feel like a few sisters know what I'm talking about.
But I SWEAR that through this mess of stress of reorganizing my life one more time, that I’ll come through it a better (and smaller) person. One week down and 16 more to go. We’ll see how this story unfolds but for now it’s time for me to put on my running shoes and get moving towards that goal.