It's just over one month into my stay here in Korea, and it's been a non-stop roller coaster ride.
Some days are great, I'm happier then ever and enjoying living in this country more then I can say.
Others, not so much. I get sad, depressed, withdrawn and want to cry. It comes with the territory I think; learning about yourself, adjusting to a new culture/society, and being truly on your own for the first time.
Though it's difficult, my views on living here have changed already, and a plan has begun to form in my head for what I want to do in the next few years with my life. I entered this program planning on staying for only 1 year, and have begun to think I may decide to stay for 2. The pay is great, the hours are good, vacation is supposedly awesome (time shall tell) and I have no reason to return yet. To top it off, I want to go to graduate school back in the states. I would love to go to grad school in the UK, but I have yet to find a school I feel connected with like I have in the US. After I've finished that, I would love to teach abroad again! Possibly in South America, Africa, Germany. Only after living in these other countries for a little bit, then I'd return to the US to teach. I dream of working for a program called KIPP in DC, it's designed for the low SES kids, the underprivileged and usually ignored. It's an amazing school that I hope I can be a part of someday. My dreams and goals are strange, vast, and varied. But now that the world is an open road for me, with possible jobs and connections to virtually every continent, how could I ever pass up the opportunity of doing what I have always dreamed of?
Seeing the world.
I always used to look at people who have traveled the world and go: I want that. I want their life.
Well, I've realized that I can have that life! So, gosh-un-golly, I'm making it!
"If it is to be, it is up to me." ~William H. Johnson
Love,
Rita
Seoul, South Korea
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Happy Bar
Wednesday night I ventured out to find swing dancing at a place called Happy Bar. Up to this point, I had tried twice to find it before, both times failing abysmally. I was overjoyed as I walked into this new found scene, and rejoiced in the fact that for once a dance room wasn't packed. Don't get me wrong, having 200 people to dance with is great, but you have limited room to dance how you'd like. So this dance hall with only 70 or 80 folks was the perfect size for the introvert and semi big dancer that I am.
I quickly put my things down and watched excitedly as the dancers finished their song. I wanted to get a feel of the levels at this scene, and the style. Only two or three songs in, I was asked to dance. After we finished, he had a huge smile on his face and nudged his friend to ask me to dance too! I've never considered myself that good of a dancer, and compared to the ancients in the states, I'm mediocre. But that one guy made me feel amazing.
Later while between songs, another dancer said hi to me in English, and how it was nice to see me again! I felt bad for not recognizing him, but replied in kind enthusiastically all the same. Never (and I mean never) before, had a Korean dancer stopped to say hi to me on his own free will! Suffice to say, I was ecstatic!!! While dancing with another guy, he spoke to me in Korean (asking my name I think). I caught one or two words I knew, so I guessed and was right! He then told me his name! Korean dancers are horribly ridiculously shy, so I was super excited to see a guy speak to me, even in Korean.
At another point, I was dancing with this guy and he did this ariel sort of move on me. It was kind of like around the world, except he only flung me behind his back and then brough me back the same way around the front. I had no idea what was going on, how he got me into it, and how I didn't fail completely at it! We both were laughing and had smiles at the end though!
Then, this one dancer made me feel really great at the end of one of our dances when, as we were saying thank you to each other, he says "You very good. You very good." while laughing and smiling! I didn't know what to say or how to react!
My favorite dancer there though was this one Korean guy. We had danced earlier, and I think have this odd sort of connection even though we can't communicate. As we dance, we have so much fun, laugh and be silly. If one of us screws up, the other rolls with it and makes it something hillariously fun! We were laughing almost the entire song when we danced together for a second time before I left. Koreans may or may not smile while dancing, but rarely have they ever laughed with me while dancing. (I laugh a lot) But at Happy Bar, this guy did! And many others would at least have a big smile and some even gave a small chuckle! I think the folks there are more chill, so they enjoyed my enthusiam instead of finding it strange. I was never lacking on partners while there, and was stopped twice on my way out to be asked to dance. The very last guy I danced with spoke really good English, and was asking me tons of questions. At the end, he was asking me if I'd be coming to Happy Bar every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday now! I couldn't help but laugh! I didn't say yes, since I want to check out the last 4 swing bars on my list (there are a good 14 total bars out here, but I've only chosen 10 to check out). Honestly though, I don't know if I'll ever get around to checking them out now. I've simply fallen in love with Happy Bar. ^.^
Love,
Rita
I quickly put my things down and watched excitedly as the dancers finished their song. I wanted to get a feel of the levels at this scene, and the style. Only two or three songs in, I was asked to dance. After we finished, he had a huge smile on his face and nudged his friend to ask me to dance too! I've never considered myself that good of a dancer, and compared to the ancients in the states, I'm mediocre. But that one guy made me feel amazing.
Later while between songs, another dancer said hi to me in English, and how it was nice to see me again! I felt bad for not recognizing him, but replied in kind enthusiastically all the same. Never (and I mean never) before, had a Korean dancer stopped to say hi to me on his own free will! Suffice to say, I was ecstatic!!! While dancing with another guy, he spoke to me in Korean (asking my name I think). I caught one or two words I knew, so I guessed and was right! He then told me his name! Korean dancers are horribly ridiculously shy, so I was super excited to see a guy speak to me, even in Korean.
At another point, I was dancing with this guy and he did this ariel sort of move on me. It was kind of like around the world, except he only flung me behind his back and then brough me back the same way around the front. I had no idea what was going on, how he got me into it, and how I didn't fail completely at it! We both were laughing and had smiles at the end though!
Then, this one dancer made me feel really great at the end of one of our dances when, as we were saying thank you to each other, he says "You very good. You very good." while laughing and smiling! I didn't know what to say or how to react!
My favorite dancer there though was this one Korean guy. We had danced earlier, and I think have this odd sort of connection even though we can't communicate. As we dance, we have so much fun, laugh and be silly. If one of us screws up, the other rolls with it and makes it something hillariously fun! We were laughing almost the entire song when we danced together for a second time before I left. Koreans may or may not smile while dancing, but rarely have they ever laughed with me while dancing. (I laugh a lot) But at Happy Bar, this guy did! And many others would at least have a big smile and some even gave a small chuckle! I think the folks there are more chill, so they enjoyed my enthusiam instead of finding it strange. I was never lacking on partners while there, and was stopped twice on my way out to be asked to dance. The very last guy I danced with spoke really good English, and was asking me tons of questions. At the end, he was asking me if I'd be coming to Happy Bar every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday now! I couldn't help but laugh! I didn't say yes, since I want to check out the last 4 swing bars on my list (there are a good 14 total bars out here, but I've only chosen 10 to check out). Honestly though, I don't know if I'll ever get around to checking them out now. I've simply fallen in love with Happy Bar. ^.^
Love,
Rita
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Flounder- and not the fish
This goes out to my friends who are or were living and teaching abroad. Did any of you flounder with adjusting to life in another country? And not because the country was different, but because you were a foreigner, alone, in the middle of said giant country?
If you aren't, I'm really happy for you!
But I am. I've been struggling to learn the language (I was always better with ideas, concepts, and numbers- not languages), which makes living here difficult.
Just imagine this in your mind real quick: you exit the subway system. Everything in site is in Korean, with English translations under the subway names and that's it. You wander around for 30 minutes trying to find a store called E-mart (think Target). When you finally find it, it's huge. I'm talking, two stories. And EVERYTHING is in Korean. Now you can't speak the language, read the language, or understand the language- so you're on your own for finding everything. The aisles are long, things all placed together in some order, you just don't know what. You search every aisle for that one thing you're looking for. You've wandered up and down every conceivable aisle and are losing both energy and time. At this point, you don't want to turn back home since you've already dedicated so much time to this effort. You decide to ask someone. Problem: they can't understand you, or vice versa. You're left to resort to miming and pointing at pictures on things in an attempt to make them understand you. They laugh at you, and 50% of the time take you to the right thing. You rejoice in happiness when you find it, and decide to leave while you're ahead. At the checkout, there are no digital signs telling you the cost. So again, you are left to craning over the cashiers shoulder to see the total price on her screen, or holding up fingers to represent the total. You leave with your one thing, and collapse in your tiny apartment about an hour later, exhausted and disappointed, knowing that back home, you would have gotten everything on your list, not just the one, and done so in less then half the time.
If you're telling me that situation wouldn't be intimidating to you and overwhelming, you're lying.
This is what I face, every day. And not to whine, but boy is it harder then I thought it would be. There are parts where I thoroughly enjoy the adventure of it all- traveling around in a world unknown, venturing by myself with no link to the outside for help, daring to try and fail (which I do, almost every day) in the name of knowledge and adventure. But at the end, it leaves me exhausted, and timid to go out again sometimes. Especially by myself with no one to help me, cheer me along, or help me to laugh when I feel like crying. I fear getting lost in this city, with no way of knowing how to get home or a phone to call anyone with.
When I go out to swing, I'm so used to the folks back home being friendly, talkative, and helpful that when I go out here, I'm shocked. Even while dancing, Koreans are serious, say little (if anything at all) even when they can speak English, and almost never smile. I meet foreigners and get so excited thinking: Finally! I've found the folks who will become my friends! (B/c back home, swing dancers ARE my friends. All of my friends I either made through swing, or I got hooked into swing after I started it). But no. They already have their friends, and feel comfortable with the Koreans. I find myself staring on as the few foreigners I have just meet forget entirely about me and talk to the Koreans, who also don't speak to me. I mean, I do get it. The foreigners already have their friends. They aren't in the same place that I am, where they feel this urgency in them to make a friend with someone, anyone. I just wish sometimes they would think back to how they felt in the beginning and help me out by talking to me a little more. More then a few words- I just want a small conversation, that's all. Please?
I try and go with it. I know it'll take time for me to make friends- I've always been slow at this. I don't know why, I wish I did- maybe then I could change it. I just don't connect with people quickly, or easily. On the other hand, I have a tendency to rush things. I expect something to happen wayyyy sooner then it should. These other foreigners have been here for 2 years or more- of course they're going to be friends with everyone! I just wish I could have that one person who was my friend, who I could message on fb saying: Hey! Let's go climb Mt. Inwangsan this Saturday and see the temple. We could pack a lunch and follow the trail from the temple down to the old Seoul city wall, hiking along that for the afternoon until we decided we've had enough. I want to enjoy this adventure with someone! I want someone to be there to take my picture for me, that way I don't have to do it myself. I want a friend.
I've learned that you can't wait for someone to join you on the adventures you seek though. If you're patient and the time is right, they'll come to you. I guess I must learn the value of patience.
Feeling lonely and blue,
Rita
If you aren't, I'm really happy for you!
But I am. I've been struggling to learn the language (I was always better with ideas, concepts, and numbers- not languages), which makes living here difficult.
Just imagine this in your mind real quick: you exit the subway system. Everything in site is in Korean, with English translations under the subway names and that's it. You wander around for 30 minutes trying to find a store called E-mart (think Target). When you finally find it, it's huge. I'm talking, two stories. And EVERYTHING is in Korean. Now you can't speak the language, read the language, or understand the language- so you're on your own for finding everything. The aisles are long, things all placed together in some order, you just don't know what. You search every aisle for that one thing you're looking for. You've wandered up and down every conceivable aisle and are losing both energy and time. At this point, you don't want to turn back home since you've already dedicated so much time to this effort. You decide to ask someone. Problem: they can't understand you, or vice versa. You're left to resort to miming and pointing at pictures on things in an attempt to make them understand you. They laugh at you, and 50% of the time take you to the right thing. You rejoice in happiness when you find it, and decide to leave while you're ahead. At the checkout, there are no digital signs telling you the cost. So again, you are left to craning over the cashiers shoulder to see the total price on her screen, or holding up fingers to represent the total. You leave with your one thing, and collapse in your tiny apartment about an hour later, exhausted and disappointed, knowing that back home, you would have gotten everything on your list, not just the one, and done so in less then half the time.
If you're telling me that situation wouldn't be intimidating to you and overwhelming, you're lying.
This is what I face, every day. And not to whine, but boy is it harder then I thought it would be. There are parts where I thoroughly enjoy the adventure of it all- traveling around in a world unknown, venturing by myself with no link to the outside for help, daring to try and fail (which I do, almost every day) in the name of knowledge and adventure. But at the end, it leaves me exhausted, and timid to go out again sometimes. Especially by myself with no one to help me, cheer me along, or help me to laugh when I feel like crying. I fear getting lost in this city, with no way of knowing how to get home or a phone to call anyone with.
When I go out to swing, I'm so used to the folks back home being friendly, talkative, and helpful that when I go out here, I'm shocked. Even while dancing, Koreans are serious, say little (if anything at all) even when they can speak English, and almost never smile. I meet foreigners and get so excited thinking: Finally! I've found the folks who will become my friends! (B/c back home, swing dancers ARE my friends. All of my friends I either made through swing, or I got hooked into swing after I started it). But no. They already have their friends, and feel comfortable with the Koreans. I find myself staring on as the few foreigners I have just meet forget entirely about me and talk to the Koreans, who also don't speak to me. I mean, I do get it. The foreigners already have their friends. They aren't in the same place that I am, where they feel this urgency in them to make a friend with someone, anyone. I just wish sometimes they would think back to how they felt in the beginning and help me out by talking to me a little more. More then a few words- I just want a small conversation, that's all. Please?
I try and go with it. I know it'll take time for me to make friends- I've always been slow at this. I don't know why, I wish I did- maybe then I could change it. I just don't connect with people quickly, or easily. On the other hand, I have a tendency to rush things. I expect something to happen wayyyy sooner then it should. These other foreigners have been here for 2 years or more- of course they're going to be friends with everyone! I just wish I could have that one person who was my friend, who I could message on fb saying: Hey! Let's go climb Mt. Inwangsan this Saturday and see the temple. We could pack a lunch and follow the trail from the temple down to the old Seoul city wall, hiking along that for the afternoon until we decided we've had enough. I want to enjoy this adventure with someone! I want someone to be there to take my picture for me, that way I don't have to do it myself. I want a friend.
I've learned that you can't wait for someone to join you on the adventures you seek though. If you're patient and the time is right, they'll come to you. I guess I must learn the value of patience.
Feeling lonely and blue,
Rita
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Translate: I love you
So I've been meaning to sit down and type out what's been going on over here for a while now, but I kept putting it off. And instead of typing out everything (b/c I'm feeling lazy), we're going to do a recap instead! These things are the best moments from the past week that have made living in Seoul amazing:
~Complete strangers speaking to me in English to help me on the subway or the street.
~My students joking back when I tell them I don't have a boyfriend saying it's okay, me neither!
~"Teacher! Teacher! What's your waist size?" Me, "I don't know honestly.", student, "Ohhh, okay. You very slim. I jealous." Class erupts in laughter.
~Paying for some things at the store near the metro, and students helping me by translating what the clerk said.
~A complete stranger at first befriending me, giving me info on all the swing scenes, along with her phone number.
~Her name ^ is Lucy. "You're awesome! Thank you so much for all you're help! Seriously!!!" Lucy, "Yeah, I am kinda awesome." xD
~A student stopping by my desk and making a heart with her hands. I made one in response and smiled at her before she then left for her class.
~Dancing a little charleston (nothing huge) while waiting for the metro to stop, and the old man next to me dancing back in response.
Just some of the random things that have made my days recently. The beauty in communication, and sometimes even without. Love is translated no matter the barrier, and I love this fact. Off to bed, rest well everyone!
Love,
Rita
~Complete strangers speaking to me in English to help me on the subway or the street.
~My students joking back when I tell them I don't have a boyfriend saying it's okay, me neither!
~"Teacher! Teacher! What's your waist size?" Me, "I don't know honestly.", student, "Ohhh, okay. You very slim. I jealous." Class erupts in laughter.
~Paying for some things at the store near the metro, and students helping me by translating what the clerk said.
~A complete stranger at first befriending me, giving me info on all the swing scenes, along with her phone number.
~Her name ^ is Lucy. "You're awesome! Thank you so much for all you're help! Seriously!!!" Lucy, "Yeah, I am kinda awesome." xD
~A student stopping by my desk and making a heart with her hands. I made one in response and smiled at her before she then left for her class.
~Dancing a little charleston (nothing huge) while waiting for the metro to stop, and the old man next to me dancing back in response.
Just some of the random things that have made my days recently. The beauty in communication, and sometimes even without. Love is translated no matter the barrier, and I love this fact. Off to bed, rest well everyone!
Love,
Rita
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wait! You mean I'm actually living in Korea?!
For a year?!
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Yes, today it finally hit me. I am living in Korea, for a year, alone, unable to speak the dominate language, teaching high school girls English.
After some amazing closing ceremonies by an orchestra that only plays traditional Korean music (videos to come later), everyone packed up, went out one last night together, and boarded their respective bus the following morning. About 1 hour later, we all climbed off our bus nervous and excited. With my luck of course, I was the third one picked up after only having to wait about maybe 10 minutes. Lee Mija, the head of the English department at my school, helped me with my luggage and whisked me away with barely a few moments to yell bye back. We ate pizza and then visited our school. I meet one of my three co-teachers, Chau-Eun, who thankfully speaks English very well before her, Lee Mija, the two vice principals and principal all sat down together. The next 10 minutes consisted of me feeling so nervous I was smiling uncontrollably while they all speak about me in Korean. It was fascinating and frightening. My co-teach Chau-Eun, walked me through everything I needed to know about the school and teaching there. Luckily I have tomorrow off to prepare and get myself together still, so I don't have to teach until Monday (whew!). After this, I was off to my apartment- with a room on the top floor, 10 before then heading off to the supermarket! There we went grocery shopping, I ran into another student from the EPIK program (YAY!) who said he lives really close to me. I gave him my email, so I'm anxiously waiting to hear from him. We brought my food back, unpacked that, and my co-teacher took me out for tea before then leaving herself. Oh! And somewhere in here I also exchanged my money for Korean won too. After I was finally alone, I spent the next 3 1/2 hours unpacking. I also cooked on a hot plate, tried my hand at the washing machine (sadly no dryer) and started my lesson plan for Monday. I was stressing out about the fact that it's real, so me being the smart alick that I am, put in the movie "Be Cool"- to remind myself to, well, be cool. xD I think I'm mostly moved in.
Goals/To Do for this weekend:
~Pick up a few more shirts for teaching (somehow don't have enough)
~Buy a pair of sandals for the school (you can't wear outside shoes inside the school)
~Explore my area a little bit, get to know it
~Find a swing scene for dancing!!!
I'll keep you guys posted and updated about what's going on. I hope you guys are doing well and can't wait to hear about where life takes you!
Love,
Rita
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Yes, today it finally hit me. I am living in Korea, for a year, alone, unable to speak the dominate language, teaching high school girls English.
After some amazing closing ceremonies by an orchestra that only plays traditional Korean music (videos to come later), everyone packed up, went out one last night together, and boarded their respective bus the following morning. About 1 hour later, we all climbed off our bus nervous and excited. With my luck of course, I was the third one picked up after only having to wait about maybe 10 minutes. Lee Mija, the head of the English department at my school, helped me with my luggage and whisked me away with barely a few moments to yell bye back. We ate pizza and then visited our school. I meet one of my three co-teachers, Chau-Eun, who thankfully speaks English very well before her, Lee Mija, the two vice principals and principal all sat down together. The next 10 minutes consisted of me feeling so nervous I was smiling uncontrollably while they all speak about me in Korean. It was fascinating and frightening. My co-teach Chau-Eun, walked me through everything I needed to know about the school and teaching there. Luckily I have tomorrow off to prepare and get myself together still, so I don't have to teach until Monday (whew!). After this, I was off to my apartment- with a room on the top floor, 10 before then heading off to the supermarket! There we went grocery shopping, I ran into another student from the EPIK program (YAY!) who said he lives really close to me. I gave him my email, so I'm anxiously waiting to hear from him. We brought my food back, unpacked that, and my co-teacher took me out for tea before then leaving herself. Oh! And somewhere in here I also exchanged my money for Korean won too. After I was finally alone, I spent the next 3 1/2 hours unpacking. I also cooked on a hot plate, tried my hand at the washing machine (sadly no dryer) and started my lesson plan for Monday. I was stressing out about the fact that it's real, so me being the smart alick that I am, put in the movie "Be Cool"- to remind myself to, well, be cool. xD I think I'm mostly moved in.
Goals/To Do for this weekend:
~Pick up a few more shirts for teaching (somehow don't have enough)
~Buy a pair of sandals for the school (you can't wear outside shoes inside the school)
~Explore my area a little bit, get to know it
~Find a swing scene for dancing!!!
I'll keep you guys posted and updated about what's going on. I hope you guys are doing well and can't wait to hear about where life takes you!
Love,
Rita
Saturday, August 20, 2011
How to: Get Back Up Again
I have officially spent 3 days in Seoul now, and never before have I felt such homesickness. It's scarey to be honest, especially since I've never felt such a feeling before. Never at a sleep away camp during elementary or middle school, never while visiting family or friends, never while at college even. So before this I was blessed, and now I think God has decided it is time for me to learn the value of family and friends. I have this deep fear inside me that all my friends will forget about me, I won't make any over here, and I will be left to fall into this void where I am alone. Today, I acknowledged that fear within myself, writing out and forcing myself to visually face every fear I was feeling on the inside. A little later, I replied to an old friend on skype, admitting my fears. He has been in my life for almost 7 years now, and knows me better then almost anyone. I know he will understand once he reads my messages. Knowing this fact alone, as odd as it sounds, comforted me. I then messaged another friend asking him for help and strength during this time. I admitted my weakness to another. Once I did these things, it was amazing the weight that was lifted off my shoulders. I turned on some music, allowed myself to get carried away by TobyMac, and began to feel a pulse come back into my step. It felt amazingly good honestly! I was even able to be happy, enjoy the idea of being in Korea for a year (I had been struggling with this since I missed my friends so much), and knew that now I could suck up the fear that was remaining inside and push myself to just move on. (Of course it helps to have friends I can talk to about my fears, worries, etc. with as well!) Well, I'm off to bed. For pictures and the like see my facebook page.
Love, hugs, & kisses,
리타
^
Rita
Love, hugs, & kisses,
리타
^
Rita
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Last Night Home
It's my last night at home. I'm in bed, with my computer, cat and phone by my side like any other normal night. Only thing that is different about this night is that it will be my last night at home in MY bed for a year. Everyone keeps asking if I'm nervous, apprehensive, scared, etc. To be honest, I don't feel any of those things. It's not that I'm cold, I'm just so focused on what I NEED to do, and it's barely sunk in what I'm ABOUT to do. I'm about to embark on a huge journey- one filled with wonder, excitement, fear, and adventure. Where I will be living in a foreign country for a year, learning about numerous other cultures, trying tons of different foods, and exploring at least one foreign country to my heart's content! The only thing I sort of feel right now is a small blip of excitement when considering this a future thing that I will be doing, not realizing it's something that's about to happen. My brain is weird I guess, lol.
On a slightly tangential yet related note- how I managed to pack 2 suitcases with only 100 lbs of things in it to last me (mostly) for a year, I'll never know! If the scales at Publix are correct (let's hope to God they are), my suitcases weigh in at 49 lbs, and 49.5 lbs. The limit is 50- talk about cutting it close! I really hope that the flights won't be too bad. I should be exhausted, but for some reason tonight I'm not. And the fact that my room is not a disaster area like it was only 6 hours ago is amazing to me. I'm still going to put away one or two last minute things, but other then that, I think I'm going to paint my toenails (the one girly thing I love to do for myself every 2-3 weeks), watch a little tv, speak with one or two friends, and then go to bed. I have to wake up at 6, be out the door by 7, and on the plane by 9 so that we can take off by 9:30. I'll be landing at 4:40 pm KST on the 17th if all goes well (that's 3:40 am EST on the 17thfor everyone back home). Should be everything from wonderful to horrid all at once. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I journey across the world, I think my sadness at not seeing my family and friends as regularly as I do will be a huge battle for me to overcome. I will need all of your support during the next few weeks, so I thank you in advance.
Love love love,
Rita
On a slightly tangential yet related note- how I managed to pack 2 suitcases with only 100 lbs of things in it to last me (mostly) for a year, I'll never know! If the scales at Publix are correct (let's hope to God they are), my suitcases weigh in at 49 lbs, and 49.5 lbs. The limit is 50- talk about cutting it close! I really hope that the flights won't be too bad. I should be exhausted, but for some reason tonight I'm not. And the fact that my room is not a disaster area like it was only 6 hours ago is amazing to me. I'm still going to put away one or two last minute things, but other then that, I think I'm going to paint my toenails (the one girly thing I love to do for myself every 2-3 weeks), watch a little tv, speak with one or two friends, and then go to bed. I have to wake up at 6, be out the door by 7, and on the plane by 9 so that we can take off by 9:30. I'll be landing at 4:40 pm KST on the 17th if all goes well (that's 3:40 am EST on the 17thfor everyone back home). Should be everything from wonderful to horrid all at once. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I journey across the world, I think my sadness at not seeing my family and friends as regularly as I do will be a huge battle for me to overcome. I will need all of your support during the next few weeks, so I thank you in advance.
Love love love,
Rita
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