tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608699643492985875.post6632985610728078489..comments2023-06-27T09:33:18.620-04:00Comments on my last name is now cordaro: it's not you, it's me.melissa lee soda cordarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15939611402754748475noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608699643492985875.post-1048949658021969052011-12-21T16:00:40.493-05:002011-12-21T16:00:40.493-05:00No, it's not bad. That's what I'm doi...No, it's not bad. That's what I'm doing this holiday season. I was glad that the important parties were at the beginning of the month, so now I can take the time to concentrate on my little family here. Christmas will be lonely for us probably 8 out of every ten years, so we're building our own traditions and practices so we can always look forward to spending the holidays TOGETHER, albeit missing everyone and everything back home.<br /><br />I think you have it harder in Nigeria, for sure... our family is only 4 hours by plane away from us. However, that doesn't make it any easier for them to come visit, nor does it make their absence any easier. I can only imagine what it'll be like in Indonesia, a full 30 hours of flying away (i.e. half a world). <br /><br />Important part: to hell with what other people think. I gave up on that about 2 months into our post here. If someone thinks I'm that sailor-mouthed, opinionated, probably-drinks-too-much EFM, I really don't care. You make close friendships at post, and those who truly are dear friends (i.e. you WILL actually keep in touch after departing) won't give a rat's ass about you holing up in your house with enough chocolate and wine to survive the zombie apocalypse. They'll welcome you back to the social circuit when you're ready.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com