This one time, I started a blog. Then I didn't keep it up, which was completely unexpected by everyone in the world ever. (...sure) But here I am, in year number 3 in Korea, creeping back into the blogger game, pretending that I'm gonna keep it up this time (like I always do).
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| My 4-legged spikey kid, Ms Erin Tiggywinkle |
So much has happened since my first day as a teacher. Summary: I've traveled. A lot. Cambodia, Vietnam, Japan, South Africa, England, Bali, and a day or 2 in Qatar. I went bungee jumping (twice). I've rubbed mud all over my skin, gazed up in awe of ancient temples. Had an impromptu party on a beach. Fulfilled a life-long dream seeing Michael Schumacher, Fernando Alonso, and Kimi Raikonnen and their beautiful machines, as well as a new hero, Sebastian Vetel. ( <3!) . I've learnt to play the ukulele, a bit of guitar, and I've had the opportunity to sing my heart out at Noraebang every other weekend. I've consumed enough soju to kill a small Korean family. I've been scrubbed and polished by old ladies in saunas, I've learnt to ski. I've lost a grandmother and gained a spikey 4-legged kid.
I've developed a healthy relationship with exercise, an unhealthy obsessive relationship with Game of Thrones and a number of healthy but completely inappropriate relationships with some of this planet's most fantastic English teachers, who I love to death and without whom my life would be dull and lonely.
I've laughed (every single freaking day) and I've cried (a few times, when losing people) and I've stayed out all night more times than I can count.
Right now, it's spring. There's a sense of hope and promise in the air: the promise of clear blue skies and tumultuous electric thunder storms. Cherry blossoms are a-blooming, ripe with the promise of bright green leaves.
I'm happy here. Blooming.
