6,819 Miles

It’s that time of year again, and despite finally being in an area that has actual seasons, which is something I’ve wished for after years of watching the most banal yet heartwarming holiday movies, I’ve found my limited holiday cheer is for the most part, already exhausted. My experience with the holiday season is complicated, and has been a bit less magical since I found out that there isn’t actually a fat man in red suit who tumbles down the chimney in the middle of the night to deliver gifts for my brother and I. The Santa Clause myth is […]

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“Where are you going, where have you been?”

Let me preface this post with a warning… I wasn’t going to post this. I didn’t want to. This reluctancy was born out of a need to convince everyone that everything is exactly as I say it is – fine. I’ll repeat that a dozen times until it sticks. I needed to convince myself of this. I wanted to fit into that perfect image I created of what my life in Korea would be like. It would be hard, yes, of course it would be. Moving abroad is inevitably a difficult thing to do, but the difference was I would […]

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You are not lost

It’s 11:09am and I’m sitting in Starbucks. Despite the weather being annoyingly typical in its adherence to maintaining its unpredictability, I’m still sticking to drinking my coffee hot rather than iced. I’ll sweat my way through this drink, then brave the humidity on my walk back to work. If I’m lucky, it will be windy. That’s island weather: Like wading in a lukewarm bathtub one moment, then braving sudden gusts of wind that ruin any hope of styled hair, then, if you’re lucky, a sudden downpour. I’m not complaining though – however, the imminent outdoor soccer practices will soon prove […]

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Thoughts on Home

I’ve been a bit hesitant about writing this post, but it appears that I woke up strangely early this morning and now find myself in an empty cafe, hopped up on a bit too much coffee, relying on too little sleep, and, well – here we are. It’s been almost a month since I arrived in South Korea, and while I’ve yet to actually move in to my permanent residence (one more week!), this is essentially my home now, or at least, my home for the next year. Sometimes adding the time stamp makes this move feel less permanent, and […]

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Conversations + Generalizations

Currently, I’m working in an English cafe in Busan, South Korea. If you aren’t sure what a job like that entails, the main idea is pretty simple: people come to the cafe to have conversations in English with foreign volunteers (who are fluent English speakers from a variety of different countries). The ages of those that attend the cafe can range from middle, high school, or university students, graduates, and adults looking to either relocate for work or to simply raise their English language level in order to have access to better opportunities later on ~ either way, everyone is […]

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Train to Busan

By force of habit, I’ve been asleep for the past two hours while on the train to Busan. There’s something about moving vehicles that send me into a state veering on comatose, or something less dramatic than that. Thankfully, I don’t snore, nor drool (at least to my knowledge), so the only stares that I’ve been receiving since I sat down have been by the children next to me who may or may not have ever seen a foreigner before. Judging by their lingering eyes, I’m going to go ahead and guess, no. I don’t mind though. It’s strange how […]

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In Transition

Remember when I was simply moving from the fourth grade to the fifth grade? To be honest, me either. But now that I’m about one week out from The Big Move, I have come to the realization that I’m officially out of distractions. I had this feeling for a while, this ingrained gut feeling, where I assumed all of this was happening to someone else. That girl over there decided to move. That girl should probably start packing. That girl needs to stop spending time thinking about what book she wants to read next, and where she wants to eat lunch because she’s leaving. Or, I’m […]

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