My first trip down the path of least resistance is unknown. Our lives are a series of decisions or lack thereof. One small compromise led to another; ultimately I became a shell of myself. Living in a box and a job I hated I finally said enough is enough. After quitting and bouncing around for eight months it was time to force growth and walk into resistance. Decided to put 6,971 miles between myself and the easy path. Leaving the world I knew for twenty-eight years behind. In many ways, those few short steps onto the airplane were my first committed action in years.
My journey to South Korea was finally here.
“A left-hand path is best never begun, and once begun, must absolutely be finished.” –Lao Tzu
As I walked through immigration there was a mix of travelers from all over the world. This gave me a false sense of diversity and security. I was in South Korea but the immigration line played a trick on me. People of all colors, shapes, and sizes. Exactly what I saw in United States airports. This set me up with a false sense of comfort a half world away.
The domestic flight terminals was a totally different story. It gave me the homogeneous Korean culture I prepared for. I wandered closer to my gate number like a wide-eyed clueless child. A domestic flight that started in Seoul and arrived in Busan. The Korean Air flight attendants wore Smurf-colored powder-blue uniforms. Although I could not comprehend their strange words; they flowed with the rhythm like song.
People whizzed by me as if I was stuck in slow motion. The music over the loudspeaker was in Korean. Christmas carols with familiar melodies struck a chord deep in my heart. As I walked closer I noticed the melodies coupled with foreign lyrics. My mind raced as sensory overload took over. Sounds came out of people’s mouths that I could only assume was the Korean language. My emotional thermometer was on the verge of exploding over innocent bystanders. Either in the form of nasty comments or a river of tears. Luckily, deep breaths and stabilizing self-talk saved me from cracking.
This was my life for the next year. I had to harness the roller coaster of emotions. Then, channel all the energy to propel me forward. Learning that life is a grab bag full of experiences. Sometimes you have to let life flow through you while other times you have to make your life happen for you. Challenging the path of least resistance when you want and flowing with the current other times.
Living not Traveling
How did I end up here? I cannot fully explain it.
This blog is NOT about travel.
This blog is about living and working in another country.
Making the decision to pack your life into a suitcase can be difficult. Stepping on that plane knowing that you won’t see your friends and family for a year maybe scary. You might get frustrated or lonely at times living in another country. By letting you into my life it will let you know that you are not alone. Contact me and I will try to help any way that I can.
So much is the same here but so much is different.
dalk galbi (닭갈비)
PC Bang (PC방)
Just the tip of the ice berg of new experiences to be had living in South Korea.
Two South Korean university students I met on my summer bicycle trip from Changwon to Seoul.
Join me as I talk about my experiences living in South Korea.