Anonymous said: You will find your husband in Korea. You will have a child, a son, but you will divorce after 3 years.
Oh, and I got a fortune-telling anon last week. I guess it’s all settled then!
As predicted I have fallen into a black hole of business a I settle into a new apartment and job and try to make new friends and keep up with old ones. At the present rate I should be able to come up for air sometime around Christmas.
Pretty happy to be back in Korea, but am surprisingly homesick for Canada. Maybe I will finally really want to return in a year or two. Lots to consider.
My definition of the good life includes freedom. The freedom to do what I want to do, and the freedom not to do what I don’t want to do. This could be a problem if I wanted to be really destructive or harmful, but that’s not really what I mean. I mean things like sleeping for an extra hour instead of wrenching myself out of bed, or being able to get up and go for a walk rather than being obliged to sit still in a classroom. The good life includes living by my daily schedule instead of someone else’s.
For me the good life also includes being able to do things and go places without huge crowds of people. In the good life I would never have to go anywhere with more than fifty people. Unless, of course, I wanted to. The good life includes having a full collection of everything the Beatles recorded, and the time to listen to it. The good life is living near an extremely well-stocked video store, without living in a city. My good life includes the friends I have and the friends I will make, and also, to a certain extent, my immediate family. The good life is living in a comfortable house that stays clean, and being surrounded by natural beauty."
— Some pearls of wisdom from an old school assignment written by my 17 year old self at the beginning of grade 12. Still working on not ever having to do anything I don’t want to..sadly I was in for a bit of a shock about what adult life actually means. But thank god the Internet happened..movies galore! I find I want a much more limited amount of the Beatles in my life now though. As for the crowds thing…hmm, perhaps living in several of the world’s most populated cities was ill-advised? It turns out though that I’m much more of a city-lover than I ever thought I could be at 17. I still love natural beauty though, and I’m happy I’m able to come home every summer to experience and snoop through my old journals from the past.
I have been jogging, gone for a swim in the river, and eaten cake all before 10 am. I like how my day is shaping up.
I could try all the spas in the world, but I’m not convinced that anything would make my skin feel as smooth and soft as it does after a swim in a Nova Scotian river.
My visa issuance number has arrived on time, so now I can actually breath for the rest of my time in Nova Scotia instead of worrying about it. And relax I shall…it has been pretty darn uneventful here, but that’s kind of the way I like it. The big exciting plan for today is to go and pick heaps of tea roses for my friend’s sister-in-law’s wedding and to go get a haircut. Non-stop thrills!
I found out that my class next year will have upwards of 25 kids, and at least one serious behaviour case. It will be a very long year I think. I’m trying to focus on the positives though: I will be living somewhere that suits me, and so far all of the staff that I’ve been in email contact with have come across as supportive and friendly. It’s going to be a year of growth, certainly, even if that comes with a lot of bellyaching on my part.
I know I was whinging so much about how I was going to miss my daily mangosteens and passion fruits and mangoes, but I am eating a nectarine for breakfast, and it is blowing my mind. Isn’t fruit just the best, no matter what kind?
Woke at 6:00, ate a homemade chocolate chip cookie and a grapefruit for breakfast, went back to sleep again for three hours, and now feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. But I don’t have anywhere I need to be today and the birds are chirping and the sun is shining, so everything is wonderful.
Deliriously live blogging my jet-lagged layover and sharing some of the First things that I always forget about Canada and remember as soon as I get to the airport:
-bottles of water only come in size humongo and cost as much as a lunch would in the place I’ve come from (even London or Tokyo).
-the walls of bathroom stalls don’t reach the floor and there are huge gaping spaces in the door that leave me feeling like I’m using a communal toilet.
-so many people are wearing sweatpants. And plaid. Sometimes both.
These are all things that I’m being a little snot about, but there are good things too. For once nobody at customs was a dick to me this time, and once you get past those guys everyone is so darned friendly. And there is Timmy’s, and I can chit chat with anyone I want to. Yay, Canada.
Argh, I just want to get on this next flight.
I got bumped to business class for my 13 hour flight. Fully reclining seat, delicious foods, it was everything I’d ever dreamed of. The relatively comfortable flight combined with the shower I had before getting on means that I feel like less of a slime ball than I would normally be feeling right now. Just four more hours and hen a two hour flight and then a two hour drive and I’ll be home.
Vommed on my first flight, barely slept at all and arrived at Incheon at 5am feeling like a quivering bag of crap. Have since had a little nap, a free shower and some brekkie and feel like a new woman, though surely this 13 hour haul to Toronto will take care of that. Boy though, I am thankful for that shower. This airport is a luxury palace.