so we're in Idaho now. I don't necessarily want to say we LIVE in Idaho because it technically doesn't feel like we do yet.
let me rewind.
so we packed up all of our crap and drove across the country. the few and the proud who follow my instagram were tortured for 3 days straight by my constant road shots from the passenger seat (sorry about thaaat.) . let's relive a few of the highlights:
WHAT UP GUYYSSS?
St. Louie
Mom Jeans in Nebraska. I'm not a woman anymore, I'm a mom.
Ohhh I was so jealous of her.
That all seems so long ago...
So here's what's happened since we've arrived in Idaho Falls:
Taylor started his job. He likes it so far. Some really devastating news for me is that he has to wear a respirator mask AND SO HE CAN'T HAVE A BEARD!!! I mean, it makes my heart hurt just to type it. So he's keeping the mustache but it just isn't the same.
Our first week here, we stayed at the super 8 while we decided to look for rentals. That didn't go great. On Sunday at church we met a lady who is a mortgage officer person lender guy madam sir. Whatever they like to be called. We ended up getting pre-approved with her on Monday for a home loan and decided it would be a good time to buy, instead of throwing away money on a stupid rental again. The mortgage sir lady gave us the name of a realtor who we decided to go with and he is great.
So, we house hunt while staying in the Super 8 and house after house we don't have a ton of luck, until Friday when I find this adorable perfect little house. So we put an offer on it and our offer got accepted! Yay! But less yay! after the inspection happened.
By this time it's week two and we're staying in an even WORSE hotel hoping to be able to move in to this house early but it turns out, this little dream house was actually a wet dream and I don't mean that in a perverse way. The basement was wet and moldy and the only way to fix it would be to excavate from the outside and fix the foundation. This was a very stressful time for us because we did not want to keep living in hotels because IT'S EXPENSIVE! But then by the grace of God and the goodness of the people of Idaho, we got hooked up with an RV in an RV park. So yep. We're living in an RV. It's okay, you can call me trailer trash, I won't even be sad.
I know what you're dying to hear, WHAT HAPPENED WITH THAT ADORBS HOUSE? Well, they refused to fix the foundation before we bought and so today we were like SEE YA!! Which I'm not really sad about that either because I can't deal with wet basements. I really hate em.
This blog just got way too long, even for me. And Taylor is eating an apple way too loud so I'm in a bad mood right now.
But to sum things up, we are starting the house hunt over tomorrow, we are RV trash, we are doing okay, and we have some really cool friends near by. Also it's getting cold, which sucks. But, I love to be fat and wear sweatshirts, so BONUS.
DISCLAIMER: This story has some gross things in it and all also a buttload of my stupidity, if you don't like one or more of those things, I suggest you turn back now.
a couple of weeks ago i was just minding my own business when i started to itch near my ankle/cankle. it kind of felt like i got bit by something and the skin became sensitive and it started to seem like I scratched it (like as injury rather than the action). The next day it kind of scabbed over and was a little tender. i was sitting in my car waiting to meet up with Tayl for lunch when i looked at it and it looked like I had a small black growth on one of the freckles, and it appeared as though the light part of the freckle was spreading near where I was itching. I asked Tay if it looked like skin cancer and he said yes. I immediately became upset and was looking up stuff about it during lunch on my phone. Of course, this made me more upset and i was nearly in tears at the end of lunch. I tried calling almost every dermatologist in the area and most were closed or couldn't get me in last minute on a Friday afternoon. So all I could do was the worst thing any potential cancer victim could possibly do; research on the internet. After about an hour of research I had self diagnosed myself with melanoma. I watched this VIDEO:
Which obviously caused me to cry my eyes out/curse my teenage self for thinking it was important to take advantage of the free and unlimited tanning at my aunt's salon..
Unfortunatel,y I had to deal with my upcoming and imminent death and the cancerous growth on my leg until I could get to a doctor on Monday. It was hard. I cried a lot and and I prayed a lot, "Please Heavenly Father, if I live through this, I will become a sunscreen/anti-tanning advocate."
I also had Taylor take a picture of it with his backward lens macro technique, for the record, to make sure it didn't grow over the weekend.
please ignore the hairs. i promise i shave. sometimes.
I MEAN THAT TOTALLY LOOKS LIKE CANCER RIGHT?!
So, after a weekend of worrying, crying, making jokes about my death, letting Taylor know that contrary to what people might say, I definitely did not want him to be happy or remarry after I died, and praying; Monday rolled around and I scheduled an appointment for right when I got done babysitting. Then I went to babysit and I went on a walk with baby...
While on the walk I stopped at a park bench to reassess my cancer. I looked closely at it and started to pick at it and suddenly, the black dot just fell off. IT WAS A SCAB THAT HAPPENED TO BE RIGHT ON A FRECKLE!
I WAS GOING TO LIVE!!
I called my best friend to tell her what an idiot I was, then cancelled the doctor's appointment.
I decided just to be safe that I would make sure everything healed properly before I wrote this blog in case I did have skin cancer (Because a wound that won't heal can be a sign of melanoma, something I learned in my extensive googling). That would be real awkward if I was like "I THOUGHT I HAD CANCER! I'M DUMB." But then I really did.
I am happy to report that all has healed and only the freckle remains.
I realize that it's possible that I DID have skin cancer and because of my excessive prayers I was miraculously healed. But I feel like that would be pretty extreme, but just to be safe, I will keep my word. I will from now on ALWAYS use sunscreen and I will never use a tanning bed again and I will DEFINITELY judge and/or lecture you if you use them. Being tan is not worth getting cancer and dying, nor is it worth thinking you have cancer and spending a few days crying thinking you are going to die before your 25th birthday.
I know I haven't blogged in awhile and now that I am about to, I'm going to be complaining.
you know when you find a recipe you want to make and you have all the right ingredients for it and you're totally excited but somewhere in the process something goes horribly wrong and your souffle (or whatever) turns into basically dinosaur poop? Well that was pretty much how my day went on Saturday.
I can't pin point exactly what went wrong but I know that when we got home in the wee hours of the morn and got into bed I wished I had never gotten out of it.
Here were the ingredients for my "wonderful" Saturday:
1. Sleep in
2. Receive my make-up stuff I ordered online from Urban Decay
4. Go to City and Colour concert in Charleston, SC
5. Walk around Charleston and get dinner before concert
That sounds awesome, RIGHT?
I guess you could say it all started to go downhill when I got up kind of late and since we were going to eat lunch pretty soon, I decided to skip breakfast. (Chill out health freaks. I know how important breakfast is.) But then we didn't eat lunch quite as soon as I had expected. So naturally, I turned into a monster. Because I am absolutely the opposite of delightful when I am hungry. (FATTY GOTTA EAT!) Zunzi's is a take out place so you walk in, order, pay, and take your food to either sit outside or leave. We decided we were going to stay and I walked outside to the corner to where Taylor was. I had my back turned to the building and Taylor goes, "Hey, watch out." (VERY CALMLY, the kind of tone you would use to say, "hey watch out you're about to step on hundred dollar bill.") and points to the side of me. I turn to see what I am about to step on and right as I look down I see a red wasp and and I get stung on my arm. (Mind you, this is while I am still a hungry monster) I immediately become enraged and obviously put all of the blame on Taylor. Now looking back on this with a clear head, I realized that it wasn't entirely his fault but if he would have just said, "WASP" I would have ran away and probably avoided being stung. So. Kinda his fault.
the victim: my right arm. not pictured: my pouty face.
At this point, my arm was throbbing and I was trying to hold back tears. Have you ever tried to eat while crying or on the verge of crying? It makes food not taste as good. So that was crappy too. Luckily where we parked downtown there was a CVS right across the road so I got some benedryl spray and it helped a lot, even though my sting still hurt a little on and off through out the day.
We arrived in Charleston, walked around. Had dinner. Went to the show which was at the Music Farm. The Music Farm is a very cool little venue. The show was at 9 and the doors opened at 8. We got there at about 7 45. When we walked in there was this spot about 6 inches higher than the rest of the main floor and there was railing so to me, it was as good as being in the very front because I could actually see and not have to be crowded by people.
Finally at 9, the opener walked on. He plays the guitar for city and colour but he was doing some solo stuff. MUCH to my dismay, it was country. It was absolutely the most torturous opening act I have ever sat through in my entire life. It wasn't that he wasn't talented in his own right, but good lawd, I HATE HATE HATE country music. And unfortunately, I think it set a really bad precedent for the rest of the show, HOW COULD DALLAS GREEN SUBJECT ME TO THIS FOR AN HOUR? I know I'm getting old when I no longer feel that the musicians I adore can do no wrong. He did me wrong, and I don't know if I'll ever forgive him fully.
So basically we had to stand for about 2 and half hours before City and Colour came on. I was feeling really uncomfortable and a little nauseated so I decided to sit down for just a second. I was sitting there when behind me a really drunk troll like guy, came up to Taylor and was barely coherent and sad something about Taylor being too tall. Then instead of walking behind us and around he decided wanted to climb through the railing where I was sitting so he could get down to the main floor. Then he yelled, "MOVE!" at me and I instantly became furious, I turned around and briefly considered punching him in his knee caps. I shouted at him that I wasn't moving one inch until he asked me like a normal person. Then he leaned down and said very calmly, "You're a person." I rolled my eyes at him and scooted over so he could crawl through the rails. I hate drunk strangers almost as much as I hate country music.
Almost immediately after that, this girl who had been standing down in front of the railing below us with her boyfriend acting like idiots making out and looking at each other dramatically crouched down through the railing and was like "HEY HEY COME HERE" like all excited and she was like "YOU GOTTA GET UP ITS DALLAS GREEN." I stared at her for few seconds and asked her if it was starting because I was really confused about her motives. She said "No not yet but it's about to, come on get up!" And I was like, "No." and I couldn't totally hear her but all I heard was, "Okay look my boyfriend is standing here so it's awkward." Or something and I was like, "I'm not getting up yet, I was here first." But I wanted to choke her and tried to convey that in my tone to her and I think she picked up on it cause she was like, "okay okay" and backed away and then they left. I was kind of hoping she threw a drink on me after the show so we could scrap like Jersey Shore style cause I was in that kind of mood, but it didn't happen. But just so you guys know, if it did go down like that, I would have won.
They finally came out and after one song I was ready to leave. The people in the audience were some of the most annoying and retarded people I've ever experienced in my life.
Where the idiot couple once stood there was now a girl. She was much more concerned about her instagram and facebook friends knowing that she was at the concert than anything else going on around her. She checked her facebook at least 2000 times, and she was texting her friend about how she had slept with this guy and bought them tickets to the show but he met up with his best friend, talked about other girls in front of her, and ditched her to be alone at the concert. But she kept saying how she liked him. WHAT IS WRONG WITH WOMEN IN THE WORLD? More on that in another blog on another day.
Anyway, it was 1 AM before the show got over and we had a 2 hour drive home. On the way home April was driving and she ran over an armadillo. I didn't see it because I was turned around talking to Tayl in the backseat. But I felt like it was a pretty good way to sum up how I felt about that day.
this morning was crazy. we were walking out to my car to take Tay the airport when he started patting his pockets. he had forgotten his wallet inside. I handed my keys to him and I waited outside and destroyed some ant hills on the sidewalk. he walked out the door in a rush and i asked if he had the keys... he didn't. And he had locked the door. SO after about ten minutes of sheer panic he was able to finagle himself back in the house by strong-arming the lock through the doggy door.
we DID make it in time to the airport, with quite a bit of time to spare. when we pulled up to the curb and i got out of the car it all hit me at once and i started crying. I tried not to look at him cause that made it worse.
When I got back in the car after our goodbyes, it was like dejavu from 2 and a half years ago when Taylor came out to visit me and I had to send him home so he could come back in 3 weeks to drive with me to start my new life in Atlanta. I cried most of the drive home. Then I saw a Hooters billboard and stopped crying because it got me to thinking, and I got the best idea ever...
(this is where the blog takes a really strange turn, but i had to share this)
I developed a concept for a new restaurant which will basically a Hooters for women. I am going to find a way to clone Ryan Gosling and Ryan Reynolds (and possibly try to create some kind of mixture of the two, just to see) and that way I won't have to worry about finding hot guys because that will pretty much cover every woman's needs. I mean, if you don't like BOTH Ryans then you like one or the other, and if you don't like either, you're either A) blind or B) a lesbian, and you can just go to Hooters. Ok?
So there will be a bunch of these serving you delicious food (oh yeah that's another difference, the food will actually be good)
You will come in and get to choose who you want to serve you. (this is where my mixed version of the two will come in handy if you can't decide.) Also I will make them dress classy and sexy. This isn't Chippendales for crying out loud!
But if you tip good and ask nice they'll probably show you their abs.
And then since they are clones I will program them to say really nice things to you like:
and
and I'll be all THANKS RYAN!
So yeah, basically I've thought of everything. EXCEPT the name. I thought about "Ryans" but then that seemed too boring. Then I thought about something obscene like "balls" but that was too obscene, plus not as clever as Hooters, and I won't be out bested by them. Especially cause they still dress like they're in the 90's.
So ladies, that's where you come in, I need suggestions for names if I'm gonna make this happen.
Well, the time has come for Taylor to go to China for reals. He is leaving on Saturday and he won't be back until March 26th. That's 23 days!
I know that's seems like no time at all for a lot of people (especially, like say, military wives). But TO ME, it is long. Taylor and I have not been apart that long since before I moved to Atlanta. And our whole marriage we haven't spent more than 2 days apart. So to me, this sucks.
When we found out he was going a couple of weeks ago I was trying to pretend that it wasn't a big deal to me but as each day ends and we get closer to Saturday, I get more and more sad about it. I am getting a little emotional right now just writing about it. I just want to crawl into the bed and sleep the whole month of March away. I love Taylor, he is my best best friend and I love being married (it's really better than anyone ever led me to believe that it would be... and I'm not just saying that to make my life seem cool.)
I don't think that being away from him is going to be any fun at all. It will be stupid and boring.
PLUS, Lux acts like a real lady bastard when Taylor isn't around in the night time. She sleeps at the foot of the bed (instead of her usual against my back shoving me off the bed) and just growls at EVERY SINGLE thing possible. And I know she's going to be even worse knowing that her father is in a country where people have no problem eating dogs. She'll probably take it personally.
The bright side is that he will be home for our anniversary so we can go back to Maui....
Just kidding, I wish we were going to Maui.
If anyone wants to come stay with me while he's gone and entertain me that's okay by me.
I've debated sharing this. But I decided, it was kind of funny, although REALLY gross. And PETA really irritated me with this little STUNT they pulled. And I was like, you know what PETA? Go stuff yourselves.
Anyway.
So the other day, while we were moving the couch into the house I noticed that there was something inside the door that wasn't there before. Upon looking closer, I realized that it was a frog/toad that must have been smashed when Taylor was on his way to work that morning.
It must of hopped in as the door was open but was not quick enough to get out of the way and was CRUSHED as the door slammed shut. Was it planned? Was it suicide? Accident? Who's to say?
At any rate, as much as I don't really care that much about toads (except the baby ones I found last spring in South Carolina), it was still kinda sad. I mean not as sad as the time I saw a baby bunny with it's legs ran over dying in the road in England (yep, I cried. And Tay wouldn't let me save it.)
THEN, I realized, Friday was 11-11-11! what a bad omen.
OR maybe this amphibian's 11-11-11 wish was to be smashed in the door of the house of two really ridiculously good looking people in love.
This is the picture I took with my phone right before I walked in the house as it's latest resident. Taylor was still at work and April was on her way to come help us move in, so it was just me. (and Lux) I was so excited I could hardly stand myself. I walked in and I was just staring at everything in awe, "this is where WE live now!"
Okay so maybe I was running around the empty house yelling....
Anyway, after the excitement settled, I realized that was actually, quite dirty. When I went to pick up the keys they said they had it professionally cleaned. I'm not sure what "professional" cleaned this house, but it looked like they hired a one armed 5 year old to do it.
But, no matter, I'd just clean it myself. and I did. I spent about 5 hours or so scrubbing the floors and the baseboards and the outside of the cupboards. But it still wasn't enough.
Anyway, I'm not going to go into too much detail here, cause I could write a novel, but I just wanted to talk about what happened the first couple of days or moving in. When things started to go downhill.
First, it started with the filth. Then, the heat didn't work (still doesn't yet), then we discovered German roaches, and as I continued on doing things in the house I discovered more and more FILTH. The tub wouldn't drain, the floors were in worse shape that than I had noticed when we looked at it, and then finally the washing machine flooded. And that's when I cried a little.
April was a sweet sweet angel. I would have done more than just cried a little if she wasn't there. I would have gone into complete meltdown mode and probably burned down the house. She spent the entire day scrubbing out the nasty kitchen and lining the shelves in the cupboards. It's hard to believe that such tiny kitchen could take so long to clean. But it did.
Once all of our things were in the garage/the house I realized that we actually had even LESS furniture than I thought. [But at least we had a bed. and one dresser..] And I thought to myself, we have NO MONEY how am I going to furnish this place?
And then things started to turn around (and maybe I had a little bit of an attitude adjustment..)
That night, I started to think about how ungrateful I was being. I mean, we HAD a house, we had a place to live. I was getting everything I always wanted, and just because things weren't perfect didn't mean that they weren't gonna be OK.
So I said a little prayer. I apologized for being so ungrateful after being given so much and among other things, I prayed for a way to be able to furnish the apartment to make the place seem more like a home.
And, then of course, my prayers were answered...
When I woke up I checked my bank account and I had a lot more money in there than I should have. It turns out, I got my back end check from the company I worked for this summer. I really wasn't anticipating getting it, at all, because that company sucked hardcore. But I was happy nonetheless!
So this is probably going to be our last blog post in England. So as a warning, it might be long.
In fact, I really should be packing but this sounds more enticing.
On Tuesday, we had our last date night.
We went to dinner and then went to see The Three Muskateers in 3D. It was actually really good, and was surprisingly released here in the UK before the U.S. which is not typical I've learned.
They gave us the left over Harry Potter 3D glasses. I initially declined them because I am not a Potter lover, but the lady said they were more comfortable so I was like, fine.
They were more comfortable.
Last night [Wednesday], was the night of the City and Colour concert at Roundhouse in London.
The Venue was actually really cool and LED ZEPPELIN played their first show in London at Roundhouse so I thought that was pretty rad. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a venue where the greatest heavy metal band that ever existed played.
I found the original flyer for that concert so I had to post it. Awesome.
So, we drove into London and parked at an underground station and took the underground to the venue, it was a pretty simple process. And when we got there it seemed like we had to wait forever for it to start, but luckily we had seats on the upper deck, but unfortunately they were kind of crappy, there was a pillar and some speakers blocking the stage. But I could see a lot better than I would have if I were standing down on the floor. It sucks being short at shows.
Taylor got up early [5:30 AM] to do the early shift at work so that we could leave early enough to get there on time. (We probably would have been fine if he didn't though.) He was pretty tired. He actually fell asleep while we were waiting for the opening band to start.
the view from our seats
the ceiling.
i tried to take a picture of Taylor sleeping and FAILED.
So after what seemed like days, City and Colour finally came on stage. They looked super classy. Dallas Green had on a white suit coat. But he wasn't wearing his 50 year old dad glasses. It's fine though.
See what I mean about the speakers? Oh well.
The music was, well, music to my ears. I love every second of that concert. After a few songs the band left the stage and Dallas Green played some of his earlier City and Colour stuff, solo. At one point he busted out his harmonica and asked everyone to put the their cell phones down and stop recording, tweeting, facebooking, texting whatever, and just enjoy the song and live in the moment, for at least that one song [body in a box], and surprisingly everyone listened. It was really cool to be above the main crowd and watch the cell phone lights go out. During the song, one by one, lighters started to go up. It was pretty awesome.
You can kinda see all the lighters. It was like we traveled back in time.
All in all, it was an incredible concert. The really cool thing about City and Colour was that it was *I* who introduced him/them to Taylor, and he loved them. And so basically all the songs are tied to memories with Taylor and I. It made me really happy, and it was also a kind of romantic. I think I teared up at one point.
Here is some baby makin' music, if you need it. We recorded this.
This is the part where things get kind of dramatic and disgusting, you have been warned.
So after the show was over we got on the train and headed back to the car. We were both tired and I was really thirsty. We started the drive home and kept getting stuck in traffic but I suddenly got a burst of energy and was acting kind of crazy [in a fun way]. I had to go to pee kind of bad and then I started to get this pain on the right side of my stomach. I wasn't really sure what it was but I told Taylor he needed to stop so I could go to the restroom as soon as he saw one.
Suddenly the pain got REALLY bad, and I also had to pee really bad as well. So I started freaking out a little bit. Plus we were trapped in the car in traffic. I was so desperate for any kind of relief but the pain was just getting worse. It started kind of spreading to the middle of my stomach. We finally were able to stop only to find that there was no restroom open at that time. I got out of the car and debated peeing behind a bush but there was a truck parked by the bush so I decided not to. I climbed in the back seat of the car and realized that I could have appendicitis. "GREAT" I thought, "JUST GREAT! Couldn't it wait until I was back in America??"
I told Taylor to take me to a hospital. which is really weird for me because I avoid the doctor at all costs. I never go to the doctor and I don't think I have ever been to the hospital for myself, let alone the emergency room. But for some reason I just felt like it was something we had to do.
Then I started to feel nauseated and Taylor was trying to find a hospital on the GPS, that's when I felt like I was going to throw up so I opened the car door and threw up just a little bit. At this point I started shaking and shivering and I couldn't stop. It was a combination of the fear, the cold, and the vomiting. Taylor was kind of scared I could tell and I felt so bad because it was midnight and I couldn't imagine how exhausted he was. I took the GPS out of his hands and found the nearest hospital and handed it back to him. It was about 10 minutes away so we drove there only to find that it was just a day clinic. I decided that I just was going to pee behind a bush so I did. I only felt a little better, the pain was still there. Taylor called 911 to find out where the closest hospital was to us. I grabbed the two little grocery bags in the car and doubled them up in case of another puking incident.
He finally found the right hospital on the GPS and we headed over there. I was still in the backseat in pain and shivering but trying not to scare Taylor anymore and I just kept apologizing to him. That's when I really puked. Right into the bag luckily. Normal when I throw up it's really dramatic and I like cry and stuff and I hate it but I just did not care about the vomit because I was in so much pain. Luckily, in spite of my pain I was able to get all my vomit into the bag. I held the bag out the window so Taylor didn't have to smell it and prayed and prayed that I did not throw up again before we got there.
FINALLY, we made it to the hospital. We went inside and checked in. The lady told me it was going to be a 3 to 4 hour wait and I was like THIS IS ACTUALLY AN EMERGENCY! So she got me in basically right away. The nurse took my blood pressure and told me she needed a urine sample. This was literally like 8 minutes after I just peed behind that bush so I was like MAN THIS IS GONNA TAKE FOREVER. But I got some. I brought it back to her and she took my blood, gave me some pain killers and sent me back out to the waiting room telling me the blood work would take two hours. It was about 1 in the morning now and I hated that it was going to take that long but I was grateful they had at least seen me. About 10 minutes later the doctor called me back again and took me in a room and did the rebound test and asked me about various things and let me know that I wasn't pregnant. She said that I probably has premenstrual symptoms, OR had food poisoning. I figured it was probably food poisoning. She said that she didn't think it was appendicitis but if I get a fever within 24 hours to come back, but that I could go home with anti-vomit medicine. Taylor asked her about the blood work and turned out that she didn't know that I had got blood taken so she couldn't let me leave until the results came back. So she sent me back to the waiting room and the painkillers started to kick in. I had Taylor say a prayer with me that I would be okay.
I have never in my life hoped I had food poisoning, but if it was food poisoning, at least I would still get to go home on Friday.
So we waited about 2 hours and finally the doctor came out and told me everything was normal and that I could go home. I was sosososososo happy but SO tired, and still in a little bit of pain so I asked for more painkillers. They were nice. DON'T WORRY I'M NOT AN ADDICT.
On the drive home I wanted to sleep, but I felt guilty sleeping since Taylor had almost been awake for 24 hours. So I stayed up and talked to him. We spent most of the drive talking about the bright side of the situation, and how it could have been worse. I've noticed we always do that, at least we're kind of optimists, well, Taylor is.
Kyns: "At least it didn't happen at the concert."
Tay: "At least it happened while we were in the car."
Kyns: "Good thing they got us back there quickly."
Tay: "At least you're not dying."
Kyns: "Good thing it happened to me and not you cause I couldn't drive this car."
Tay: "At least we don't have to clean puke out of the car, you did a really good job of keeping it clean in spite of your condition. I'm impressed."
Kyns: "Thanks, I'm professional."
The good news is that I'm alive. The bad news is I'm not totally sure it was food poisoning, just because, I didn't throw up again. But, I did have those anti-vomit pills which work like a charm. But it ISN'T appendicitis and that's what is most important here.
Also, Emergency room visits in the UK are free. So even though I have travelers insurance, last nights little fiasco didn't cost a dime. But they still treated me really well
Overall I was satisfied with my English healthcare experience, but now I am ready to come HOME!
Wednesday morning, April left. I woke up to an empty apartment. Something felt weird about that morning. A text came in on the borrowed phone that I have that was across the room, but I figured it was probably some junk message from the service provider, so I ignored it. About an hour later I got a call on the house phone from Taylor at work.
This is how the conversation went:
Tay: "Hi, did you get my text message?"
Kyns: "Uhhh no."
Tay: "Okay well, you probably won't like this but today I talked to my boss, and it looks like they will be sending me to China for a month."
Kyns: ........................
Tay: "And unfortunately they said I can't bring my wife."
Kyns: ......................
Tay: "You're crying aren't you?"
I was crying. That might sound like a stupid reason to cry, but who in the world wants to be away from their husband for a month? Let alone any time period at all. AND THAT'S NOT THE ONLY THING, we haven't even established ourselves in Savannah and now that was going to be delayed even longer.
So I spent all of Wednesday feeling sorry for myself.
Thursday accepting everything, but secretly wishing that he couldn't get his visa to go.
And then Friday rolled around and I had just written a "woe is me" blog about the further delay of my normal life when I got another phone call from the Mr. himself.
and this is how that conversation went:
Tay: "So, what would your emotional reaction be if I didn't go to China?"
Kyns: "Well, obviously I would like that."
Tay: "You would be happy?"
Kyns: "Yes! Very."
Tay: "Okay then I won't go."
It turns out that they decided it wouldn't be fair to send Taylor to China when we hadn't been given a chance to get settled in Savannah. Once again, I am extremely grateful that he has a manager who cares at least a little about his family life.
I kind of feel like I had to experience that moment of drama to be sure that I appreciate the mediocre life that is ahead of me. Because that's really, all I want is to call somewhere home and have some sense of stability.
Taylor was a little bit bummed, cause he was a kind of excited to go, (there is still a chance he could go, but not until after we get back.)
So naturally went to get Chinese food to celebrate. We found a pretty good place in Oxford that was pretty legitimate for real Chinese food. They had "Hot Pot" which is not a drug, but basically Chinese fondue. [Are you ready for another Wikipedia link? Okay aaannnd NOW.]
IT WAS DISGUSTING. But Taylor enjoyed every second of it. It made me happy to see him happy, and in general I was just happy that things might actually go my way. So nothing could get me down, not even plastic flavored meat or shrimps with their heads still on.
It's pretty crazy to think that we have LESS than 2 weeks left here, 12 days to be exact. But as you can tell by my previously mentioned dramatics, I am more than ready to get back to America and be a normal boring human being with my little puppy and my husband.
P.S.
Today is our half-anniversary! We celebrated by eating delicious salads and portobello mushroom sandwiches.
And we watched Mean Girls 2 which is the worst movie on the entire planet.
Anyway, yay for marriage!
