I have been dreaming of leaving the United States for years. I needed to escape the borders of North Carolina & East Coast of the United States.
In my happiest moments, it was the next plateau I longed for. In my saddest days, facing my worst heartaches, all I wanted to do is live out this dream.
To immerse myself in another culture. To be in a place unfamiliar, and to somehow find my way. A different language, a different culture, just something different.
Was it scary? Yep. Were there challenges? Absolutely. But, I could no longer ignore the cries of my head and heart, nor the beautiful opportunity beckoning me.
And I couldn’t imagine going on to my next job, next city, next relationship, with that little voice inside me screaming: ‘Chelsea!!! Why didn’t you go????’
The kindness of Korean businesses is an ongoing thing. While enjoying dinner at The Grille one night, the owner/chef comes over, insists on serving us his signature dish, preparing at our table, and posing for pictures. All free of charge of course.
At the table are Jessica (in burgandy), beside her is Pauline, and Caren* next to me. We share a lot of food, laughs, & good times together. I’m so blessed to have such good friends here in Pohang.
Why the * next to Caren’s name? Because this is her picture! She’s an amazing photographer, who’s extremely modest about her skills. You’ll see more of her shots later.
I’m finishing up report cards, and I keep skipping over this one child. I have to fill in the comments section with what he does well, on a consistent basis. I’m pretty sure that
Remember my pride and joy, Jake? Here’s an update:
Above, is the reason that I call his name 200 times a day. Jake struggles to pay attention, follow along in the book or to answer my questions because of this. This is his stats book. In this book are hundreds of baseball statistics, color coded and in Korean.
All day long, he is entering his stats, and not paying attention.
To all of my high school teachers, Karma has finally come.
