Delicious Easy Vegan

by FabKatLady

New chapter

Lots has changed since I wrote my last post here. After 12 months of torturous waiting I have been finally reunited with my husband. I feel like it would help if I explained my situation here a little bit. When I first met my husband he was serving in the US Air Force. We got married in the UK where he was stationed at the time. After 3 years he had to go back to the States. We were not really expecting to go back so soon. We decided he would go ahead and prepare the ground while I stay behind and wait for my visa to come through. We stupidly assumed it will take 3 months tops. It turned out to be exactly 12. All in all I think we handled the separation pretty well.

If there was one thing this undeniably tough situation taught me is that I have truly amazing people in my life who I can count on no matter what. Every time  I think what my have friends done for me it bring tears to my eyes. Oh and there we go! Made myself cry. I shouldn’t really think about it now when I am still home sick. I always feel bad saying that- I am home sick. I am here with my husband who I love more than anything, yet I feel home sick. I miss my sisters and my friends who I lived with for a year.

Kat+Felix+Washington MonumentBut now I live in America. Everybody keeps asking me how I like it. Well… I don’t hate it. So I suppose that’s something. It is different. People are super friendly which totally freaks me out. I am used to British mentality- we are all polite but we keep to ourselves, I only talk to you if I have to. Very different here! Strangers talk to you all the time and  I was like: Why are you talking to me?What do you want? OMG they are going to jump me! I am still getting  used to constant: How ya doing?’s and How’s it goin?’s.

I have also come to realization why it is that people in the UK talk about the weather all the time. It is because weather in the UK  changes all the time so it is interesting to talk about. When I arrived in Virginia it was very nice and sunny-propper hot summer. Living in Britain for 10 years I wasn’t used to such heat any more. And I felt like talking about it. On my second day here I said to one of our house mates: It is a beautiful day today, very sunny. And she went: I guess. As if she had no idea what I was talking about and why. So apparently weather is not on american list of small talk topics. Lesson learned!

But as I am starting this new chapter I have tons of new ideas. Some are big some are very small. Either way I have decided to show them off here, on my blog. So brace yourselves people!


_MG_4666Throughout middle school and high school I hated writing. I felt as if it was impossible for me to gather and organize my thoughts. Also whenever I thought I have done a good job my essays would came back to me with lots of spelling and punctuation mistakes marked. I still got decent grades but I felt like I had to work so much harder for it then everybody else. I won’t deny that it put me off of perusing further education. The fact that I was raised in a working class family didn’t help. My parents encouraged me to get a practical sort of education so I can find a job and start supporting myself.

It wasn’t until I started university as a mature student that I learned that there was a reason why I found learning and writing so difficult. I was 30 when I was diagnosed with dyslexia.

I felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. But most importantly I have learnt how to study, how to make notes and how to write in a way that works for me. That was also when I realized that I always wanted to write well but all the negative feedback I was getting and no help was very discouraging.

I still need to work hard to overcome my occasional fear of writing. But I feel like there is so much I would like to communicate, so much I would like to write about that I do my best to stay positive and not to let my fear to stop me from doing what I always wanted.

Why is it so hard to begin to write this thing???

_MG_4721Blogging is completely new to me. As a teenager I tried to keep a diary , I don’t know if that counts. I suppose I lacked motivation and persistence. Never really knew what to write about. That’s not really true, though. I just remembered that I wrote things down whenever I was going trough things: when I had yet another fight with my mum or when my parents argued so much that putting on my headphones and writing stuff down seemed like the only sane thing to do.

So I guess I write when I am in a tough spot emotionally. Could that be it? It would explain why I turned to writing now.

How do I sum up my current situation? Here are some highlights:

  • Haven’t seen my husband in 7 months (long story-I will get to it at some point)
  • Live in my friends spare bedroom with my two cats
  • Recently found out that my husband has an Asperger’s syndrome
  • Going trough some unnecessary drama with the in-laws

I am not a one to wallow. I will admit I do have days when I feel very overwhelmed and don’t want to get out of bed. Most of the times however I manage to stay positive. It is not in my nature though. I am naturally quite negative. My husband always complaints that I always see the negative side of everything first. Which is true- I am a rather pessimistic person. The way I see it though is I would rather expect the worst and be proven wrong by something great happening then be taken by surprise by something horrible because I was expecting a positive outcome. Does that make sense? So it takes me a lot of effort to stay positive in my current situation. I am learning little by little. I have good days and very bad days but I keep going. As if I had a choice.

Look at that! I managed to write something. I quite enjoyed that as well.

Next time I will try to write about something slightly more cheerful. Will see how it goes though.

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