Someone please get me back to Ansan.
It’s Friday and I long for my bed and my local supermarket and cafes. Take me back to my dusty floors and dying plants. I need to go to there.
It’s hard to put into words the utter discomfort and awkwardness I experience when I am with my in-laws. Things are getting better with my brother+sister in law due to dinners out together etc but I still don’t know how to conduct myself around my in-laws. I have heard advice from people from all sorts of different walks of life and none of it has been particularly helpful. Apart from the unifying conclusion of ‘it gets better with time’. Almost a year into our marriage and I’m not too sure if it has taken effect yet but by golly gosh I hope it’s true.