It's now been over a year since I moved away from South Korea, and I still find myself missing it regularly. I've written about some reasons why I love it in a previous post, so I won't go into all that here. Maybe someday I'll live there again (sorry mom!), but for now I'll satisfy my longing by . . .
In the past three years, I've spent Halloween in South Korea, New Zealand, and in Canada. From a country that goes all out on Halloween (Canada), to a country that hardly recognizes the day (South Korea), and somewhere in between (New Zealand). I can't say I've been the biggest fan of Halloween. . . .
I wake up in the morning and grab a can of iced coffee from the mini fridge. I arrived here in the dark, having rushed to catch a two-hour bus on a Friday night after work. The door to the balcony has a sticky door knob that I fumble with for a second before opening. Walking out onto the third-story . . .
I didn't love South Korea when I first arrived. When I did learn to, it was a beautiful thing. More than a great place to teach English, it is an exciting place to live. Home to endless conveniences and opportunities, it is a small country (geographically) with a huge influence and unique . . .
I always fear that the lock on my door will malfunction when I leave and I'll be trapped outside. It's happened before, it will happen again. It's a fixable thing, but more complicated than it seems when your landlord—and for that matter, all tenants in the building—don't speak your language. Today, . . .