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6 Years

June 16th, 2007: After 11 months of emails and myspace (!!!) messages, HCB and I had our first date.

Halfway through our long correspondence—while I was in London and he was in California—I was shocked to realized that I was falling in love with him. I felt foolish and too young because only a silly 21-year-old would waste his time and energy like that. After all, I’d only really met the idea of him: a brilliant, sweet, nerdy grad student who would, of course, never return my feelings. Not wanting to make a fool of myself, I kept quiet about it and just enjoyed the emails we exchanged three or four times a week. Read more

Writing from the Mid-Pacific

Right now, we’ve made it a little more than half way across the Pacific Ocean. We’ve been flying for about seven hours, and the creaky joints of a long-haul flight are just now really setting in. Oh for the excesses of extreme wealth. If I were a well-heeled lunatic, I would furnish for myself a yoga studio on the plane. That would feel awesome right about now. Alas…

How have my feelings changed over the last few hours? Well, this is all certainly much more concrete. We are literally moving to Korea as I type this. It’s bonkers. The flight has been uneventful, so I’ve allowed myself the luxury of not thinking too hard about anything. I’ve let myself fall into a (de)light(ful) novel that has been happily consuming without taxing my noggin. The last three weeks have earned both of us a little break if only for the duration of the flight. Good thing the flight is so long; there’s plenty of time to unwind.

I can feel both of us easing into this situation. The mild bickering we’ve aimed at each other is receding and I’m starting to hook back into what’s in front of me instead of dreading/dreaming. The result of this is that, thankfully, things are starting to feel funny again. Take for example, this little tidbit: when we went through security, the TSA agents pulled one of our carry-on bags out of the line for a more thorough inspection. Upon opening the bag, he found a large hammer, a screwdriver and, wait for it… a box-cutter and two packs of fresh blades. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a box-cutter. Somehow, in all the packing and shuffling of the last three days, we transferred our “Utility Pack” from the checked luggage to the carry-on. Shockingly, the TSA confiscated all three items. No matter how assiduously you check and recheck, something like this always slips through. Considering the number of discrete items/tasks we’ve had to work through, we should consider ourselves expert jetsetters if that’s the worst mistake we make on this move.

Do you have any stories of travel/move related airheadedness? I trust we’re in good company, but it will soothe the bruised ego to add proof to supposition.

Livin’ life like the 1%

I’ll only post this video if you all promise not to judge us by the opulence of our future apartment. It’s 1% style. Or is it? I don’t actually know how the 1% lives. Maybe it’s just the well-to-do side of grown up? HCB and I have been living like grad students since forever, so I don’t actually have a basis for comparison. Whether or not it’s actually all that obscene (and I do think it’s a little obscene), we’re pretty stoked. This is apparently where all the American professors get stored until they and their families can learn enough Korean to go free-range. I’m working on the language, but I have to say, after today’s RosettaStone festivities, I’m not entirely disappointed about living in an English-speaking bubble. Read more


In some pretty fundamental ways, HCB and I are remarkably different. Anyone who’s spent significant time with the two of us would agree. He lives by efficaciousness and facts and measurable quantities; I live by process and feelings and intuited impressions. He wakes up early; I stay up late. I get frustrated with routine; he hates the new. He longs for WASP-y formality; I hug too soon and to often. This lack of common ground has brought us to an impasse or two:

DME: I just read a review of an amazing movie. Apparently it explores the intersections between sorrow and memory. It’s two and a half hours of emotionally eviscerating interviews with war widows. Wanna go see it!?
HCB: No. No, I do not want to see this movie. Instead, let’s stay home and watch Shock Treatment for the 470th time!

(Lather, rinse, repeat.) Read more

Going Live

24 hours ago, HCB was offered a tenure track position at a university in Seoul, South Korea. Considering the bleakness of the job market in recent years, he is going to say yes. Considering my general love of him and the overwhelming adventure of it all, I am going with him. But how did we get here? Read more