Traveling Plans

This year I started graduate school.  As I am paying for this by myself, and I do not believe in loans, this leaves me living on barely anything a month honestly.  This means as well no traveling for the next year and a half until I finish graduate school.  For someone who has always felt the call of traveling since I was in high school, this is a very hard pill to swallow.
Therefore, as a means of looking to the future and keeping myself from feeling sad for myself, I have made the decision to go backpacking through Asia from the spring to early summer 2015 after I finish school and plan to leave Korea.  I have never been backpacking, and as fiercely independent as I am, I am still nervous about the idea of it.  Very nervous.  But I want to do this.  I need to do this, to prove to myself that I have the strength, courage and ability to navigate the world on my own.
Now, I know what you're thinking: That's going to require so much money!  That's crazy!
But I don't believe that it is, so I will be blogging about my planning process until I eventually go on the current dream adventure
To start, I decided I want to travel for about 5 or 6 months.  I also decided that I want to make this trip happen for less than $6,000.  With those ground rules set in place, I then sat down and asked myself where in Southeast Asia I want to go. 
The countries I plan to visit (most likely in this order) are:
Cambodia (2-3 weeks)
Malaysia (2-3 weeks)
Vietnam (1 week)
Laos (3-4 weeks)
Thailand (5 weeks)
Indonesia (3 weeks)
Philippines (still undecided; 2 weeks)
Taiwan (1-2 weeks)
Hong Kong (still undecided; 1 week)

I hope to be able to go swing dancing along the way, and placed the countries in this order so that I could attend lindy exchanges in those countries as well.  Maybe the trip is too long, maybe I'm overreaching.  I don't know.  But what I do know is this: I love to travel, I love to see the world, and by the end of my time here in Korea I will have spent 3 1/2 years here, graduated with a masters degree that I will have payed for on my own, and be 27.  I will be ready and itching for a big trip to celebrate my next phase in life! 
If any of you would be interested in meeting me along the way at one of the countries, with me through two or three, or for the entire thing because you need a break in life, I'd love that!
After grad school ends, I'm going to investigate credit cards.  I need a new one that doesn't charge overseas fees, but also provides airline miles when I sign up.  That way I can start using it to rack up frequent flier miles fast and easy. 
Until next time,
Rita

A Few Reflections

So I have this friend.  I've known her for 10 years now, and it has been one long ride.  Throughout those times, we went through middle school hormones, high school lunches, our first international trip (together), acceptance to college, and a few boys.  We didn't talk through all of it.  In fact, there were at least a few years where we didn't talk at all.  She reached out to me via facebook after our longest non-communicative spell, sending me a short message asking how I was and how my life was going.  That was two years ago, and with a simple reply back of, "tell me about your life", we both started sharing practically everything right away.  It became a series of ridiculously long messages back and forth, spanning over the next few months until the first time I went back to the states to visit home.  After that, we have been talking ever since, though not regularly like with other folks.  My friend and I have a solid connection, where we contact each other when needed, but can also go for long periods of time without communicating too.  It's just how we work.
I found out tonight that her father is dying from cancer.  Let me say this, my friend has been through some of the roughest things in life I can imagine someone going through- abuse, the loss of one parent already, and so much more.  When she told me about this tonight, I was floored and heart broken for her.  She will be 27 with both her biological parents gone already.  This doesn't happen for most folks until they are in their 40's at earliest.  Let me say this, it puts things into perspective.
There is so much to this life and world that we constantly overlook, myself included, that when something big comes along and hits us in the face, it does so with such great force that consistently it knocks the wind out of us.  I find that for myself at least, I am left a bit speechless and feel as if I am playing the part of the fool for it.
So often, we hold on to things that don't really matter in the end.  Anger at a friend over a stupid mistake, disappointment because the boy we like didn't call, or fear of going out somewhere new alone.  As my father once told me, what matters at the end of your life is only the ability to look yourself in the eye, to feel proud of who you have become and what you have done with your life.  No one else, no thing else, really matters besides that.
Tonight I also talked with a good friend who knew my ex and I while we were together.  It was a hard conversation for me, as I still hold a lot of anger over how things ended.  I asked her at the end of the conversation if my ex hated me, and she told me no.  He seems angry, but he doesn't hate me as far as she knew.  I sat and thought about that for a while, as I had allowed myself to get caught up in my own anger and forgotten about his.  It caused a shift within me, one that told me the right thing to do was not to yell at him for what he had done to me, but to apologize for what I had done to him in our relationship.  Though I'm not sure it will bring him any closure, seeing an apology from me, I honestly feel I have gained some closure within myself.  Sometimes saying I'm sorry can be amazingly healing.
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, but I guess I just wanted to share what was on my mind.  I hope maybe it helps inspire someone or sparks an idea within you.  Take care and remember that life consists of more than simple living- though what exactly I can't and won't say.  That answer is always different for everyone.  This world makes it easy to be pulled in by the pretty and shiny things, but never forget about what else there is to life.  It can mean the difference in the end.
Love,
Rita

A Day to Be Me

Today started and ended like every other day, with nothing particularly special happening anywhere along the path.  But that is what has made it stand out in mind as a day worth typing about.  A regular day where I felt happy, secure, confident, and unfettered by sadness, regrets or anger.
For about the past month and half, I have felt sadness, regret and anger while trying to digest the break up that occurred between my now ex and myself.  It wasn't an easy experience, or one I even saw coming really.  It felt like a freight train hitting me in the middle of the night while I slept peacefully in my bed- part of what made it all the worse.  I moved out of the stage of blaming myself about two weeks ago, but then began to be angry and want to blame him.  Thankfully, it seems that that phase has passed too.  Now, now I can begin to heal and find a way to truly be okay with what has happened.
The events leading up to the end of tonight do not matter much.  It is the simple fact that today, life lead me on a small journey.  One that concluded with me hanging out with my two closest friends in Korea, wandering through the streets of Itaewon and Noksapyeong and finding that our feet lead us to a small noodle joint.  We sat at a small table, sipped on either beer or wine in the evening glow of this massive city that we all live in.  While relaxing at this tiny little eatery, enjoying some delicious food,  the three of us held a really fun conversation over the possibility of extraterrestrial life in the universe.  We smiled, laughed, and simply enjoyed each others company.  We teased each other, were sarcastic, threatened one another, and sometimes sounded downright mean.  Deep down, this is our way of showing that we care, especially for the guys.  (It's nice to find people who understand my way of showing my love and do the same themselves!)  After dinner, the three of us parted ways and headed home.
It was nothing fancy, or super special- just a good night, with good friends. 
That is what life is about for me really.  I hope it is for you too.
When life goes well and I am able to enjoy it the way I did tonight, what more could I ask for?  Right now, this is what I want and what I need most.  Quality time with good people who can help my heart recover, heal and find it's center again.  As I once said on facebook, it's okay to be a misfit as an expat, because deep down everyone is a misfit here. ♥

Much love,
Me

Musings in the A.M.

What defines us?  Do we choose it, or do the events choose us?  Are we able to control them, or are we helpless to the grand scheme of things?  Is it through superior design in the universe, or the hand of God?  Or is life a series of chances, rolls of the dice, that we are not even a factor in?
I sure don't know, though I wish I did.
Who are we to gamble with the world, with chance, with life?  Is it our place to really step in, demand that the universe listens to our cries, pleads, hopes, desires, anger and reproaches?  There are many who would argue no.  Life is simply an idea that we have created in order to express our anger towards what we see as something that is set to destroy our peaceful world.  It provides an avenue to blame all of the negative for, while ignoring it when times go right.  We can not sincerely expect that this idea our society has created to be something we have a right to mess with.  Life is larger than you or me- it is the combination of numerous events occurring outside of our control, impacting our daily decisions.  Even the food stalls we pass on the way to work can affect our moods and choice for the entire day.  (research actually supports this)
I would argue that we are in some control of our life.  We are the one who allows ourselves to make the choices that we do.  What I think people, myself included, need to learn to accept, is that the choices we are free to make are guided, influenced and shaped by past events that we may or may not have been able to control.
For instance, I struggle with trusting people.  My jadedness became apparent to me when in college and glaring obvious this year, though the exact source is a mystery to me, as there was never something horrific that occurred in my past where a dear friend betrayed my trust.  Simply little things over time added up, like for others.  Kids making careless jokes about another student being "retarded", and me choosing to not trust that child due to the fact that my brother is disabled and I took offense.  Should this mean that my new coworker deserves the suspicion I feel towards him when he simply tries to be nice and help me out?  No.  It is simply the reality of the world that has developed around me, through my own actions and the worlds actions upon me. 
I believe what matters most are the actions we choose to take upon realizing the hand we have been dealt by life that truly matter.  The choices me make once we realize the mistakes of the past choices we have decided upon.  It is when we try again, the re-roll in the game if you will, or do-over that God allows, that speak loudest in this world. 
We have all been hurt by the people in this world, affected by negative choices others and we have made, scarred by the pain in some way.  Whether we feel that pain by shutting down, shutting people out, refusing to think about it, screaming at the world, screaming at ourself, or break down in tears- we are all human. It's okay.  We're allowed to feel the way we do.  And we are allowed to feel angry at the world, angry at genders or people even- as long as we eventually step back from that anger and accept the fact that life is a combination of more than just chance and others, but us too.
Accept that life is simply that, life.  We can control our choices, but only within as much as we can control all of our past at once.  Humans are complex creatures, living as an endless riddle.
I once asked my ex if he ever regretted any of the choices he made with his past relationships, considering the fact that so many had ended so horrifically.  He thought about it and said, "No."  Naturally, I was shocked by this and asked why.  He proceeded to explain to me that at one point, he had wanted that person, wanted that relationship, was happy in the state he was in with that person.  How can he ever regret something he once wanted?  He can't.
Never regret the choices you have made.  Regret not learning from them, for they are the saving grace God has granted us I feel.  It is only by the fact that we can learn from our past, come to the heightened understandings of who we are, the choices we have made, and the person we are existing as today, that separate us from other creatures on this humble planet. 
I began believing in no regrets in college. . . I've forgotten what that means until now.  No more.
What about you?
Love,
Me

Embrace the Change

Exactly 3 1/2 weeks ago I noticed 4 or 5 tiny red spots on my inner thigh.  I didn't think much of them, especially since they didn't itch, hurt, or anything.  They didn't go away the next day, or the day after.  I tried to figure out what it could be, and the only conclusion I could find was heat rash.  So, off I went to the pharmacy store to buy calamine lotion before meeting Sam at the airport to head off to the Philippines for our weekend getaway.  Little did I know that it was only the beginning.
Sadly, my time in the Philippines was tainted by the skin infection.  By day 4, both of my inner thighs and lower abdomen were covered in this red rash type thing and painful.  It hurt to walk.  I started to panic as I began to see spots appear on my torso around day 6.  I reached my apartment Sunday evening and burst into tears from the sheer pain of travel all day.  By day 7, I called in sick and dragged my poor body to the hospital in hopes of an answer.  I know I have no allergies, and being on no medication, I couldn't figure out a possible hypothesis.  The doctors didn't know either.  I saw 3 doctors my first day and had a skin biopsy.  I would spend the next week and a half bouncing between the hospitals and my apartment, doing everything I can relieve the pain on my body.  I was terrified, watching my skin become covered in this weird red rash thing, feeling so much pain that the physical act of walking hurt.  I called home crying nearly every day.
Now, I look almost normal again.  My torso is nearly completely back to it's regular skin color.  The red has faded to a soft hue of tan, which is gradually decreasing back to the normal pale white it was before.  My arms are an odd mixture of pale pink areas with the regular skin that wasn't affected.  My hands are still peeling, but beginning to heal.  My legs and feet are still covered in red spots, waiting to go through the process of peeling before they can change back to normal again. 
I still wake up during the night, itching and uncomfortable.  I still have to apply lotion to my skin every 6-8 hours, otherwise I bcome very uncomfortable as my skin loses the moisture I gave it through the lotion.  I still expect to feel pain when I walk, and am surprised by being able to walk normal. 
When my doctor diagnosed the skin infection as AGEP, I was surprised.  I know I shouldn't doubt the doctors here, but I genuinely didn't believe that he would be able to figure out what was wrong with me.
(for those who are curious, AGEP is a very rare skin infection/reaction.  Between 1-5/1,000,000 people are diagnosed with this every year, and 90% of the it is due to a drug reaction.  I was one of the lucky few who contracted this through a virus or spider bite reaction. It causes redness in the skin, a scaly appearance where it first starts, extreme dryness, and the skin to peel off by about 3-5 layers. Total time, from start to finish, is about 2 weeks for the process as I've found now.  Though b/c my body is going through it in different stages, it is lasting longer for me.) Because AGEP can become worse with pain medication, I was not allowed to take anything stronger than Advil. Given the severity of my discomfort and pain, this did nothing to help.  I practically begged him for something, anything.  When he told me he thought it might take weeks to heal, I almost started crying.  I could barely function- making lunch and dinner took me 2x as long as usual (if I was able to muster the energy to do so at all), I was literally unable to sit still for more than a minute, nothing relieved the pain, and on days where I went to school- I would come home crying in pain.
To be honest, I was afraid.  I was scared out of my mind.  At the rate the skin infection had been spreading, I fully expected it to cover my whole body.  It had already covered 50%.  I fully expected to be in intense pain for another 3 to 5 weeks.  So when Friday rolled around and I felt little pain, I was ecstatic!  And then when Saturday crept into being, and I was still feeling good, I felt like singing and dancing for joy.  I couldn't believe how amazing it felt- the pain was almost entirely gone!!!  I could walk around without wincing in pain!  I could walk at a normal pace!  Hell, I could sit still again!  I'm still a-ways away from being fully healed, but I'm grateful the worst is over. 
As many of you know, the woman in charge for China and I agreed that now is not the best time for me to go to China because of this.  Though in reality I may actually be fully healed by the time it came for me to physically fly, I have let the job go.  I was sad and scared to do so, and second guessed it more than once, but I know it was the right move.  While I had been working towards that job since last December, I know this was God's way of saying No to China.  I don't know why, I won't even pretend to understand, but He no longer wants me there.  Everything happens for a reason. Everything.
The idea of coming back to the states was nice for about 1 day, but the more I thought about the idea of actually moving back home, the more unsure I became.  I believe that God will let me know when I find the right place to be, he will tell me somehow and have me feel it in my heart and soul.  Every job I looked at, every country I searched, presented me with nothing.  I was discussing this with my friends Sam and Greg this weekend, saying I didn't know where to go.  I don't remember if it was me or them, but someone said I could stay in Korea.  Then . . .
*BAM*
It hit me like a ton of bricks.  God wanted me in Korea.
Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!  Never in a million years did I see that coming!  He wants me here?  Here?!  HERE?  Well aren't you a funny man up there.  If you had asked me any day and everyday of the past year, up to this past Friday, if I would ever want to stay in Korea, you would have received a resounding and confident, "No."  Now?  Now I'm fighitng like hell to stay.  Thankfully I don't have to fight too hard. I only had to apply to jobs for a day and half before the emails and phone calls started coming.  Ever since, recruiters for private schools are practically climbing through my computer and phone to get me to work for them!  I just have to find the right fit.  The only thing I don't like is that I will have to teach elementary (not my field AT ALL), and I will probably have to work till 6:30 or 7.  Not the end of the world, but I rather like have my evenings to go to dinners, bible study, dancing or dance classes.  I can work around it, just not crazy about it.  Whether I stay for the entire year contract or leave early and join Sam in Thailand for teaching, I don't know yet.  I don't know what the future will bring.  Just one week ago I was going to China.  That's part of the amazing quirkiness of life- it is completely unpredicatble, completely enjoyable, and insatiably adventurous!

Here's looking at you kids!
Rita

A Lesson in Humility

Last year, around this time, I was beginning a summer camp for mentally disabled kids.  I didn't really know what I was doing, I was 23, barely one year out of college, and scared out of my mind.
Only about 2 months or so before that time I had been sparked with the idea to start the camp by my father.  He mentioned it as a joke- I took him seriously.  Not many people knew that I actually started this camp.  I was the owner, manager and lead instructor.  I bought an LLC, researched insurance, created consent forms, hired an employee, and spent weeks preparing.  Very few knew these things.  I don't like to brag, and hate attention.  (Though by writing this blog, I realize I am going against these very words.  I need to talk about them though, that is how I understand my world and what I am feeling.  Only by talking about things, expressing how I feel, am I able to see and grasp an understanding of my world, my goals, and the reality of the situation outside my head.)
Yet, when my former employee who took over the camp from me this summer announced that she had been given a $500 donation, I felt a pang of jealousy.  Then I saw a comment later how we had started the camp.  I was raised to not be prideful, but I found myself puffing up in pride anyways, wanting to yell at her.  It was not the two of us who put forth hundreds of dollars to create the camp.  It was not the two of us who worked one-on-one with the principal to make the camp happen.  It was not the two of us who had spent weeks preparing lessons and activity ideas for the future students.  And for her to say it was, hurt and offended me.  She hadn't meant harm by her comment, so I couldn't be angry at her.  I still was though.  My father helped remind me that I, my students, and the parents will always know the truth- that should be enough for me.  So, knowing my Dad was right, I did my best to let it go.
Then, I saw my former employee post another status recently.  A reporter had heard about the camp.  She is planning to interview my former employee about it.  I felt a stab of jealousy strike me again.  Attention, bragging, and being the center of attention are things I despise and feel anxiety over.  I would hate having to talk to a reporter.  I would feel horrid nervousness and dislike it, wishing it on anyone else except me.
But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't want to share with the world what the camp was about, who these kids were, make sure she had a real understanding for the intentions in creating the camp.  It doesn't mean that I don't wish it wasn't me talking to her, instead of her.  It doesn't mean that I don't want her to hear the story from my lips.
It's not that my former employee, and now owner of the camp, is bad.  She is a lovely, kind and very sweet girl.  She is just oblivious sometimes, lack in her attention to detail, and flighty.  I worry about my kids under her care honestly, and don't trust her to always watch them as carefully as she should or tell the reporter how the camp really came to be.  Admittedly, I am overprotective and worry unnecessarily about the kids, but for good reason.  There is no one in this world I am more fiercely protective of than my kids who are disabled and my family.  No one. 
I sent my father an email telling him of the newest news with the camp.  He said he already knew, and my parents had disagreed over whether to share the news with me.  While I felt sad and hurt that I couldn't be there, I am still happy.  The camp, kids and school are getting the attention they need and deserve.  The camp was made for them, no one else.  If anybody should have the spotlight, it's these kids.
This may sound like a trivial problem and concern, but living abroad allows me the distance and time to work on aspects of my personality that I long to change.  Sort of like fine tuning a dance move.  This is a part of my personality that I know could be better.  Being able to let go of worldly pride and be content in the simple knowledge that I have done something.  That should be enough for me, and one day will.
Love,
Rita

Good Morning Class!

I'm a month and a half shy of completing my contract here in Korea, and wow it's been one hell of a year!  I've made some of the hardest decisions of my adult life as of yet, dealt with events that left me heartbroken and questioning my worth, and lived to tell the tale.  Time here has granted me new friends both back home and here, showed me endless possibilities for what my life could be, and allowed me to experience some of the most exhilirating moments as well.  Every day is a new chance to learn, grow and change from yesterday.  I've learned so much, and though I know I still have tons to learn, I wanted to share the biggest points with you guys.  So, with no further ado, here they are:

1.  Run run, as fast as you can!  Your problems can catch; they're evil, man!
When I left the US, I'll be honest, I originially applied to run away.  I needed out the US, and FAST.  After a few failed attemmpts at relationships, the last one exploding in my face, I knew that I had to get away from the country, everyone that reminded me of the terrible times, and just find my own way in the world.  I was depressed living at home with no job prospects, and had had enough.  So I sat down and decided to take the plung.  I wanted to outrun my problems.  And if that meant having to run half way across the world, then so be it.
But I didn't.  I couldn't.  I only postponed them.  Your problems never really leave, they are only pushed back until a later time.  My problems came with me to Korea; sure morphed and changed into a different demon, but they followed none-the-less.  I'm not sure it's ever really possible to fully run away from your problems.  I don't think it's smart to either honestly.  Sometimes we need that postponment though, to regain our strength, figure out what we want and how we want to deal with our problem(s).  Having the distance both helps and hurts, but I believe in my case was necessary.  After a while, space to breathe and regain a calm mind when looking at the situation is what's really needed more than anything.  Since personally I am a very slow thinker, I need a lot of time.  I think everyone needs to decide if running is more beneficial for their problem, or more harmful, and then go from there.

2.  To the edge, and beyond!
Living abroad will push you to your limit, and then some.  Especially if you find yourself low on friends while living abroad, even if only temporarily.  At one point, everyone finds themselves alone, with no one to talk to (especially in your own language), locked in their room/apartment all weekend.  The stress of living in a country, with a different culture constantly presenting hurdles to understanding/thriving, will get to you.  You'll feel irritated/unhappy/lonely/sad/etc, and you won't know what will make you happy again.  You may even become depressed or angier than normal.  These are things everyone is forced to confront and deal with at least once when living abroad I think.  And if they don't, I kind of think they should.  Life is not always going to be easy, and being in a different country will push you farther than you've ever been pushed before.  It's important to have some sour/difficult times mixed with the sweet/wonderful ones- that way you can grow, learn, change and appreciate everything fully.
On the opposite end, living abroad will push you outside your comfort zone in a wonderful way!  You'll feel encouraged and excited to travel and explore the area you're living in both locally and internationally.  Trust me, once you get your feet wet with traveling to even one country on your own and realize "Hey!  I CAN do this all on my own!", you won't ever want to stop!  The joy of seeing other countries, wandering the streets of someplace you've never been all on your own, and finding yourself filled with confidence that you can navigate a place where you don't know more than one word will fill you with amazement and awe in yourself.  The world really isn't that scary of a place, it just looks that way because it's so hard to wrap our minds around the differences in all of the countries, languages, food, and cultures.  Allow yourself to be carried away by it, don't fight it, and you'll be shocked to find that the edge really wasn't as deep as you once excpected.

3.  See your safety net?  No?  Oh, yeah, that's because there isn't one.
Moving to a different country scared the living daylights out of me the first night alone in my new apartment honestly.  I was terrified.  I was alone in a country where I didn't know how to say more then hello and thank you- as a girl who has only traveled outside of the country once in high school, that was absolutely scary!  You don't really get a safety net living abroad.  You learn to fend for yourself.  If you want to go out to eat, you have to be prepared for the fear that locals have of foreigners, not being able to understand them or they you, and acknowledging that you probably have no idea what you will be getting to eat once you actually order.  You are going to screw up and get lost most likely every day in the beginning.  You'll probably look like an idiot doing it too.  And no, you can't ask for help because no one speaks English (or they're too afraid too).  Being here has forced me to find a strength within myself that I never knew existed, showing me that I am capable of so much more then I knew possible.  It's also helped me learn the hard lesson of literally just going with it!  I was always the kind of girl to want/need a plan for everything.  I didn't know how to live without knowing exactely where I was going and what I was doing.  I've learned to let that go (a little!).  Simply showing up to a country without more then the address of a hostel doesn't frighten me anymore, I find it exhilirating!  If you get lost, see where the road leads and have patience.  If your food looks strange, try it anyways!  (it might be really good).  You don't need to have a plan, just let yourself be carried away by pure chance and wander the little streets and alleys.  It's the hidden joys of this world and communities we reside in that provide our happiness.  After 10 months here, I'm still disccovering things in my own neighborhood.  That is what makes life great, what life is all about, don't you think?  Be prepared to be surprised and let life catch you for once- you don't have to catch yourself every time.

4.  Me!  Me!  Pick me!
I've also learned something else while living here.  The person who really wants to be your friend will show you through their actions, and is probably the last person you were expecting to become one.  As hard as it is, you cannot always trust people who act like a friend at first.  When times get hard and push comes to shove, are they going to be there for you?  Will they stick with you as a friend, prove their worth to you- or disappear and not apologize for it?  I have friends who disappear for a month or two at a time, but I know I can call them friend because they have proven to me that they care and want to stay connected.  The distance, time difference, and long periods of lack of communication aren't allowed to change what we both know to be true- our friendship means something to both of us and is valuable.  We can come back together, and pick up where we left off like no time has changed.  They ask about my happiness, and  do the same for them- we care and take the time to let the person know it.  Sure, you might not be their best friend, or vice-versa, but that doesn't mean that you can't always invest in the growth of a new friendship.  After all, all relationships start somewhere and were new once too.  Though you have to be willing to accept that sometimes, despite how it may appear, the other person doesn't feel the same way.  There will be times where you have to let a friendship go, even if you were hoping for different.  An interesting trend I've noticed in my own personal life as well:  people I didn't originally want to be friends with, or think I could be friends with, are the ones who I have ended up being closest to.  The people who have continued to push to be my friend, put up with my shifting moods, changing ideas, crazy schemes, and times of personal disappearance are the ones who have proved most loyal, caring and real. 

5.  It is just another country.
Don't be surprised when you wake up and realize that the foreign country you're living in isn't perfect.  In fact, I hope you realize this!  The sooner the better!  You can see it for what it is- just a country.  It's like seeing people as amazing or perfect- by putting them, or in this case a country, on a pedastole, you're setting yourself and them up to fail you.  Just don't do it, okay?

6.  It's gotta be the good life.
Living abroad is awesome!  I get to travel on the weekends, sometimes out of the country, have six weeks of vacation, meet people from all over the world, and see things I never would have otherwise.  It's freakin' awesome!  I have learned so much that it's ridiculous, and inspite of the sturggles I've faced, I wouldn't give any of it up for the world.  Sometimes, it sucks, yeah.  But there will be days where you can't help be get that little voice in your head that says:  "Dude!  Look at me!  I'm freakin' living in Korea!  I ROCK!!!"    And you know what- it's okay to think that, because it is awesome.  You've joined the ranks of a very selective group of people in this world, a private community who will always understand when you have a tough weekend because you missed your best friends birthday/wedding.  Or they'll get it and sympathize with you when you vent and cry over the stress of missing your family.  They'll be right there with you when you're craving a simple salad, or long to simply see a beach and blue sky.  It's a whole world unto it's own, and I sincerely hope that all of my friends can join me someday- you will never be the same again!

Love, Hope, and Dreams
Rita