Greetings, everyone, my name is Bianca and you appear to have stumbled across my blog.
It’s exactly thirty days until the man of my dreams and I are due to jet off to leave the land of our birth, South Africa, for the considerably more attractive prospects in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
I’m terribly excited, especially considering the fact that I was a very dissatisfied waitress and then language consultant a few months back. This trip signifies the start of a brand-spanking-new life.
I can’t say that I’m without my concerns, the most obvious one in my case being the probable event of my getting very, very lost. I’m counting on D (Himself) to steer me in the right direction whenever required. I’m also going to have to learn Vietnamese and I’m concerned that I might accidentally liken someone’s mother to a beached whale or something if I’m not careful. Ah, the struggles of life.
The passports are done and our visas are all set but I still have oodles of packing to do…and yet I still feel elated and satisfied with my lot. I am assailed by the niggling feeing that I’ll be stepping onto the plane and suddenly realise that I’ve forgotten something vitally important like the world’s most reliable pair of tweezers but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it…
Our grand trip centres around teaching English in Asia, as we’re both scar-riddled veterans of that field. I adore teaching, especially the little ones, bless their cotton socks. There’s something so endearing about having small children with huge doe eyes beaming at you and reverently scribbling down everything you happen to say. You could be teaching them numbers from one to ten and still feel like the Oracle of yore. I think it’s a universal thing.
D and I are thrilled to be moving in together at last. At least our trial living-together has been a roaring success, what with no nuclear explosions taking place and all. Personally, I’m itching to bust out my repressed interior-decorating passions and “feather the nest”. Patience is of the essence for the time being, alas. It’ll be the suitcase life for a while yet.
Words can’t do justice to how happy I am to be able to embark on this grand adventure with D, who is pretty much the most glorious human being on the planet. *pauses to gush* Whether he’s waking me up with a steaming cup of my favourite tea or wrestling me in the throes of a merciless tickle fight that has me screaming blue murder (to his eternal glee) I know that I’m bizarrely fortunate to have him in my life, and that I can’t wait for the rest of our lives to begin.
Anywho, if you don’t know what to expect from this higgledy-piggledy blog, rest assured, neither does the author. (*sticks head into sand, ostrich-style*) I’m intending to keep this as a diary of our travels and adventures, with possible outfits and makeup inspiration, or some good old fashioned photography, once I find a decent enough camera. D fully supports the idea and I’m hoping it’ll be a project both of us can enjoy for years to come. He might make the occasional cameo writing about our daytrips, bikes and cars every once in a while.
For now, I must bid you adieu, until our flight lands at Tan Son Naht International Airport in Ho Chi Minh City. Ye Gods, let’s hope it does actually land.
Hold thumbs for us!