Thanks for the Support

Thanks everyone for your overly kind pep-talks. I was just, in the words of Kath and Kim, an excellent Australian comedy, "feeling a lot of feelings, deep within myself." Josh passed, I'm excited, crisis solved.

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Josh is taking the Foreign Service Exam right now. Today's the big one; after this test they tell you if they want you or not. I dropped him off this morning after being the good boyfriend and making him lunch, and then bringing him down from his pre-stressful situation freak-out/high that he loves so much. It's the little things that keep the magic alive.

Can I put this out there, real quick? I took the Foreign Service Exam before I moved to Japan. It used to be structured differently, but I passed the first round and was invited to take the exam that Josh is taking today. And I didn't take it because I wasn't sure that I wanted to work for the State Department under George W. Bush. I know that my life would be completely different if I had passed that exam and not moved overseas at that point- I wouldn't have met Josh, I wouldn't have met most of the friends I have now, I wouldn't choose to do things differently. But still. Just this one time, be slow to judge.

I'm just a little jealous.

Josh got into school at the school where I didn't. And now he's sitting the exam for the career that I thought I wanted. And after wishing him the best, and trying to do everything I can to help him succeed, and hoping with him that he gets this thing he would be amazing at: maybe I want to be the one sitting in that room nervously trying to appear both intelligent and modest at the same time?

Don't tell anyone this part, but sometimes looking down at my scarred cook's hands, being able to cook isn't enough.

UPDATE: Josh PASSED! WHOO HOO! Beer drinking begins!