My mom invited me to visit Korea with her in October. I'd love to, actually, but I can't for a lot of reasons. I feel guilty that she feels she needs to buy my time with this kind of extravagance; I'm anxious about what an entire week or two weeks of being trapped in a foreign country with her would be like; if I went, it would be for my own enjoyment and my own local friends rather than to spend time with her; neither of us are in a place right now financially to be able to afford this; there are so many other ways we can reconnect on a smaller and more logical scale. I take too many things for granted.
Summer's coming to a close. My friends are flying back to school. I'm balancing somewhere in retail limbo, though, waiting for next semester (or maybe the one after that). I don't know if I'll be moving anywhere come December, like I'd been hoping. I casually mentioned my plans to Nava, a tough-love coworker, and she brought me to my senses. You don't just move out because you're bored and you want something to do; it's a serious decision that has huge financial consequences. This isn't to say I've completely given up on the idea, just that I've realized how much more will go into it than researching apartments for rent and job opportunities.
I want to be stable. What's surprising is that lately, I feel more and more that it may be a reality sometime soon.
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