Aesop's Fables began as life lessons for adults and later turned to stories for children, but somehow one of them has turned into a reflection of my life. Similar to The Boy Who Cried Wolf, I've found myself repeating the same story, over and over again. Six years ago I promised my family that I'd be moving to Korea for "Only one year" which became two. I was confident I was done with Korea after that, but returned again in October of 2015 (and the few visits during my travels). My year in Andong wasn't an easy one, including heartbreak, injuries and issues at work, so when I left a year later it felt like a final goodbye. But, low and behold I was wrong again, I stopped by for a wedding last April and then was pulled back for the whole summer. Long story short, I met a boy, remembered how much I love teaching here, and still wanted to learn the language. 16 entry stamps later, I'm back again, and this time there's no expiration date on my stay.
When I left the United States, bound once again for Asia, I only had a few plans on the horizon. My best friend in Korea was celebrating a milestone birthday and an ex-coworker was getting married. Being free of commitments or schedules I told them both I’d be in attendance. I thought three weeks in Korea would give me some time to regroup after roaming around Thailand, get my plans in order for the next few months, maybe fit in a few workouts and even do some writing. Exactly none of that happened though. Instead, I transformed into a social butterfly and made sure to visit as many old friends as I could, without running myself too deep into the ground. After three weeks, ten cities and roughly 20 different reunions I was longing for a vacation, but it was all worth it.
Become friends with people who aren't your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn't the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn't come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.
Being the Holiday season and all I thought I'd pay tribute to some of the great gift packages one may receive in Korea. Like this spam and canola oil number I received for Chuseok one year.
I had a somewhat crazy realization the other day while talking to some fellow travelers. We were all sharing our stories of where we come from, where we’ve been and where we may be going. I was telling my story as I normally do but then at one point talked about being ‘homesick’ rather than referencing my hometown of Wisconsin I found myself speaking of being homesick for Korea. You know the phrase "You don't know what you have till it's gone" well with travel this couldn't ring more true.
As I go from one country to the next I’m constantly building friendships, adapting to a new way of life and discovering new foods. As I become accustomed to these things they’re suddenly ripped away when I decide it’s time to move on and experience yet again another country. Sure, I only have myself to blame for the constant movement I must endure, but that doesn't make saying goodbye any easier.
The clock in our office included a row marked "D-Day" and finally yesterday it reached 0. I'm sure most of you are confused and curious as to what i'm referring to. Yesterday was THE day, at least for the third grade high school students (seniors), it was the day that would decide their fate. You think I'm kidding? It may sound a bit extreme but trust me...
Yesterday, 660,000 students sat down to take the 9 hour college entrance exam (think ACT/SAT), hoping their years of arduous study would pay off. The results of the exam significantly impact the students future, used as the determining factor for college admissions, thus affecting their future jobs, it's a big deal.
"The most crucial test seen as a deciding factor in an applicant's choice of college and subsequent career" ~ The Korean Herald
I could not be happier to be free from the dorm living and cafeteria food. Although I made some great friends at orientation and am now miles away from them I am confident that I will keep in touch and see those that mean something to me. The last few days of orientation were more of the same, lectures about how to be a good teacher and survive in this country and more bland, not too authentic Korean food. The last lecture my class had was a short Taekwondo class and it was probably one of my favorites. The instructors were awesome and you could tell they really appreciated us being here to teach. I really underestimated how grateful a majority of the country is that we are coming here to teach. I hadn't thought about it as being a big deal but the more I realize this the happier I am that I'm here.