So we’ve been home since April 24th and needless to say I wasn’t prepared. During the months leading up to our return to the US, friends and family keep asking the obvious question of what’s your plan for when you get back? For the first time in my life the honest answer was I have no plan, which was a big deal coming from a type A, over planner like myself. While we were gallivanting across SE Asia it was refreshing to have a world of freedom ahead and energizing to think I can do anything. Today officially marks one month of being home, and no income, no car, and endless time, has given me a whole new perspective on life.
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Korean spatula says… Gina and Joel both had nothing to do on their first day of class, so they kind of wrote about the same thing. But read both stories, because you love them equally, right? Annyeung-hi Kaseyo!
Orientation has ended and it is time for all of us to leave the nest. For 9 days we were sheltered in a half-Korean/half-Western bubble. All of our class leaders spoke English, even though they tried to teach us Korean in 4, much-too-short, lessons. They provided us with invaluable teaching guidance and resources, and now it is up to us to become good teachers. Oh boy.
The time is fast approaching for us to actually get on a plane and begin our yearlong adventure. But in the meantime, we had to make it up to Baltimore one last time to see my sister before we left. Little did we know we’d make it just in time for the snowpocalypse.
We arrived Thursday night to a calm and peaceful city. Friday morning it started flurrying, and I said to my sister, ‘is this it? doesn’t seem like this could equal the predicted 20+ inches of snow’ she laughed and said, ‘umm, no, it’s not snowing yet.’
So for the rest of the day the snow got harder and harder, until the whole city shut down to board themselves up preparing for the blizzard of all blizzards. Still seemed a little odd coming from a city where the frequent tropical storms and minor hurricanes don’t phase anyone.
So instead of staying in like the rest of the city, we decided to venture out Friday night to have a few drinks at Brewer’s Art, an awesome bar that is thankfully walking distance from her house. We had to carry umbrellas to block the crazily blowing snow at this point. After enjoying a few Resurrections we decided we’d head home. As we walked through the doors on the way out, the bartender passed us and scoffed, laughing ‘Good Luck!’