We’ve spent part of tonight packing for tomorrow’s trip down South to spend Christmas with my family. This will be Mr. Kim’s first Christmas with my family, and our first spent in the same place–kind of a big deal in the Korean context, since Christmas isn’t really a family holiday but a romantic one there.
Of course, with our wedding coming up, this trip is also partly for preparation for that. We’ll meet the officiating pastor a third time, hopefully finalize some plans for the days before and after the wedding, and go check out the venue one more time.
I’m also taking my dress down:
I’m taking it carry-on–after UPS lost it before, I’m taking no chances!–but the trade-off is, I have to squash it up a bit more than I’m really thrilled about. Will it come through unscathed? We’ll find out! But at least we’ll have plenty of time to get any wrinkles steamed out before the 16th!
In every relationship, there comes a point–in most modern relationships, before marriage–when a couple decides to take an overnight trip together. In Korea, actually, first travel–첫 여행, cheot yeoheng–is basically a euphemism for the first time sleeping together, since, in a country where most young singles live with their parents, and most parents of young people are still very conservative, it’s not quite as easy a feat as over here in the States. In fact, a year ago today, Mr. Kim and I had just returned from our first time to travel together–but no, not that way, you pervert!
I was planning to go home for Christmas; we had just decided to get married; and we wanted to take a trip somewhere together before our week or so apart. Mr. Kim had a few places in mind, places he’d been and decided he wanted to revisit with a woman, and in the end, he settled on Yeosu and Suncheon in Jeollanam-do (South Jeolla Province), the southernmost province on the Korean Peninsula. We both worked full-time (in the same place), so we left right after work on the Friday before Christmas, takin the high-speed KTX down to Yeosu.
Today is a day when I really don’t feel like posting. But I’m going to fulfill my commitment. So, I’m going to warn anyone who reads this: don’t eat goose eggs.
Of course, no one likes goose eggs on the football field or on the video game screen, but these are the real thing. At the wonderful farmer’s market in our town, we were tempted into buying them by the combination of their mere presence and our curiosity.
Don’t do it.
Say no to goose eggs.
I haven’t missed a week of church since moving to Midwestern College Town.
This really surprises me because a year ago, I had been to church maybe once in the previous five years, and the first half of this year, when we still lived in Seoul, I went to church maybe twice a month.
But since getting here, I’ve been every week–in fact, I’ve formally joined a church–and I’m still kinda surprised at myself.
Mr. Kim and I both like old things. I mean, he’s an actual historian, after all. We also don’t really like fancy things–well, except fancy food and drink, but even that we prefer to have in non-fancy locales. So it’s natural that we’d turn to thrift stores when thinking about wedding decor.
Here, since we are car-less, the only really convenient thrift store is the Kiwani’s one downtown, which is inconveniently opened only on Saturday mornings. Although I kept meaning to visit before or after the farmer’s market, I didn’t get around to it until maybe a month ago.
Well, this isn’t a great story, so I won’t drag it on. I’d been wondering every time I visited why I couldn’t find any picture frames. Last weekend, when we went to buy white elephant gifts for a Christmas party–some cat paraphernalia and nonstandard trivial pursuit sets–I realized there were two new floors. (This would be so much more interesting with photos.) Still no frames, though. Today, I left Mr. Kim at home and ventured into the cold to look one more time, and also pick up some donuts for breakfast. Lo and behold: a fourth floor, full of knick-knacks and picture frames. Mission accomplished~
I am extremely tired today, but determined to keep my daily commitment, so I’ve decided to post something that I should have posted before, given the approaching wedding and the extent of my blogging about it: Mr. Kim’s and my love story!
Everyone knows love can be a powerful thing, and, indeed, our love story (besides being wonderful to be a part of) actually won us material prizes: Mr. Kim won the chance to propose to me in a very special way, which I suppose I should write about in detail soon too, by writing our love story. He wrote it in Korean, and since then, we’ve posted his Korean version and my own perspective in English, so that our bilingual friends and family can enjoy (and hopefully laugh at the differences in) our stories.
So here’s my version of our love story, pretty much copied from our wedding website, with just a few minor changes. Enjoy!