It should come as no surprise to anyone that I found my first, true grey hair last night. Of course, many of you are probably surprised that I hadn’t found one sooner given that I am married to Marcus as he is known for making crazy life choices that ultimately lead to stress-filled months. Also, for those more practical of readers, yes, I am 40 so that also increased my odds of finding that grey hair. Anyway, let it be known it was a long grey hair that had clearly been growing for some time and I can only assume that it had been growing since April when we found out we were moving. The one nice thing about the grey hair is it was a pretty, silvery white so I am hopeful to have white hair like my mom.
As I was sitting on the couch riddled with anxiety and mind racing, I had a realization. There are a few things I will not miss, living in the United States. The first one is personal, closer to home, and that is I will not miss Marcus’s tired, ripped, thread-bare, and stained weekend work clothes. I’m talking 20-year-old t-shirts and shoes with toes popping out. What I am looking forward to seeing is maybe a bit more polished Marcus. At one point I remember reading guidance from the embassy that stated when invited to a Singaporean pool party it does not mean cut-off jean shorts and flip-flops. We have a bit of classing up to do but I think we can manage (the girls will hate it as they get their fashion inspiration from feral cats).
I also will not miss the current political and cultural vitriol in the United States. I know the grass isn’t always greener but it will be nice to have a change. This will also take a concentrated effort on my part to not go on Facebook or read U.S. news as much, but I am hopeful.
The last thing I won’t miss, and one that is most pressing, is I will not miss the cold weather. Now, all of my up-state New York and Minnesota family are probably laughing at silly little southern me, but it is currently in the mid-30s and I could not be more serious. The idea of flitting about in sundresses year-round is appealing and considering my current uniform are baggy butt sweatpants and oversized sweatshirts Marcus might be happier for a change in temperature, too.