After having a near mental breakdown due to working at a start up company that had no structure and was the perfect example of what not to do with a company, I decided to take a two-week break and go to Scotland to live a completely different life before I started my new job.
The different life was being a proper housewife to my boyfriend while he was in the studio. So all the training that my parents put me through as a kid was finally going to be tested. My first challenge was to get over jetlag. It's the first week, and I'm failing miserably. My second challenge was to do the dishes. The third: laundry. Fourth: tidy up. The fifth: make dinner. And the sixth? Occupy myself. This list was to be done EVERY DAY FOR TWO WEEKS.
It didn't seem too difficult and I was quite excited to be a "housewife," until the first day when I woke up at 5 in the afternoon and every single utensil, dish, pot and pan had been used to make me an elaborate dinner (Thank you, John). The dishes meant about two hours of work. John was going to be home for dinner at 10:30 p.m. Then I realized, CRAP! I HAVE TO COOK! CRAP! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COOK! CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!
Having to figure out dinner every night is most stressful, especially finding a recipe that I can follow. One thing I did not account for was the difficulty I would have in maneuvering through a Scottish supermarket. I've ended up making phone calls to friends to figure out where such things as breadcrumbs would be hidden. So far, I've been successful and am getting used to the routine. I manage to get the most of the list done by afternoon-ish, and then I sit and stress about dinner for the rest of the day, with multiple phone calls to John. "Do you want beef, chicken, fish or vegetable?"
It's becoming a bit weird for John and I, especially when today I surprised him with homemade carrot cake that was actually edible.
Tomorrow, I'm thinking meatloaf.
- Jane Kim