>Today I had lunch with my friend, Mel and somehow we got on the subject of whether or not her and her husband ever get tired of each other. They live together, they work together, they hang out together and they are almost never apart. I told her that I can’t imagine being around one person that much and I might get tired of that person. She said that they don’t get tired of eachother, they just love eachother and cannot get enough of eachother. I said that is really cool but I don’t think that I could do it. Mel said that I just haven’t found the right person yet but when I do, I won’t be able to get enough of them.
That conversation led to a discussion about when I am going to get married. All the singles reading this, don’t you love it when people say “When are you going to get married?” They act like we could just pick a date on the calendar and by then we will find our prince charming and be married. If it were that easy, there would be a lot more happy couples in this world. Anyway, when living in a foreign country and talking about marriage, people always ask if I want to marry a farang (foreigner, westerner) or a Thai. Sometimes I wonder if I missed an application somewhere with a box where I am supposed to check farang or Thai. Apparently I am already supposed to know the answer to this question and I just don’t. If I knew who I was going to marry, this whole subject would be easier to talk about.
That question led to a discussion about the pros and cons of marrying Thais versus farangs. The biggest problem with marrying a farang while here on the mission field is that there are no single, western guys out here. I am not sure why but single men do not seem to be drawn to the mission field. The problem with marrying a Thai person is the cultural differences. I spend every day struggling to communicate with everyone around me and I can’t imagine doing that with my husband.
At this point in the conversation I said, “I can’t believe we have been talking about marriage for so long. What started this?” We both laughed and started talking about other things, but the question still remains in my mind: How can you spend so much time with a person and not grow tired of them?
On that note, Tamara just told me that I need to join NaBloPoMo which means that I will be blogging every single day during the November. Except for yesterday and the day before of course. Will you become bored of me?