Remember this post? Well, scratch that.
Here’s a sentence I never envisioned myself uttering during those tear-fest drives to LAX on August 16, 2011 and January 25, 2013: “Year 3 in Korea is happening.”
Yep. I have renewed for one more year, and the 3 letters W-T-F are still swimming thru my brain.
I knew by going home in January I’d ramp up my anxiety a bit about the future. I live a rather anxiety-free life, especially in Korea, except when money or big changes are happening, which I think is fairly normal. However, when it kicks in, it kicks into full blown I’m-not-slowing-down-to-even-let-you-sleep mode. The past 1.5 years in Korea have been completely void of this feeling, which is the most wonderful thing ever. That is, until recently. Dun dun dun.
Up until 2, maybe 2.5 weeks ago, I was completely 110% set on the fact that I would be leaving Korea by September 2013 at the very latest. I had started thinking I’d go to another country in Asia (maybe Hong Kong, Taiwan or China) for a new experience after traveling India and going home for a bit. Then shit started getting more real. There’s only 4 months of our current contract left, and I realized I’m almost 30 and need to have a more stable plan in order for that return home, and then the jumping off point after to go off without a hitch. I know myself, and if I were to go home with just the money I’d leave Korea with (which would be a pretty penny after 2 years!) I’d sit and stew at home about my next move, blow that cash in the process, and my anxiety would be left even worse.
So, in the long run, a year is only a year, and for my own sanity it’ll be easier for me to get my ducks in a row this year abroad than it would be to do the same thing at home in the crazy Schaeff abode. Not to mention, I’ll basically be doubling the money that I’m going to be leaving Korea with. I never thought I’d be here for 3 years, and I thought I’d have my shit together, but turns out that even though this year has been awesome, I feel like I didn’t do anything remotely proactive to make that happen. So big girl pants must be worn this year. And I plan to write a lot in the process.
I know my mom is not happy about it, per our 10 minute phone call resulting in a swift click of End Call, and Sista wants me home for her and the pups. But, after talking to some pretty unbiased close friends who have their heads tightly screwed on straight, my dad, and lots of introspective Seoul searching, accompanied by a very trusty dusty Pros/Cons list, I feel that I’ve made the adult, mature, responsible decision. Even though my heart is running rampant and can’t flutter straight, my head is the only thing that feels remotely clear, so I’m ultimately happy with my decision, albeit the massive pit in my stomach. Plus, that means more travel adventures para mi, and there ain’t NOTHIN wrong with that! 🙂
Oh, and I will also be looking into finding a new apartamento in a more central locale, because home girl can’t hang in the boonies of North Korea (not really) for one more year. And word on the street is that a good handful of my loves will still be around, so that is easing me just a skotch.
So folks, you’ve got 16 more months to find a way to make me even more popular than I already have been in the visitor department. August 2014 will be my OFFICIAL OFFICIAL departure date from South Korea. You’ve got my word 🙂
And one last OH! I’m going to look into flights home for August. I know, twice in one year…CRAY! But, this is in order to make Mama Schaeff and Sista a little happier, and to ease my probably forthcoming anxiety if I were to come home in January. I may try to come to NYC as well, so I will keep all you fine lovelies abreast 🙂