No, it's not my birthday (though it will be in about two months' time!). With our first spring and summer in Seoul coming to an end and the next chapter of my career just beginning, I've been reflecting on the past year and what it has meant to me.
Every year has its ups and downs. Some years have down downs and few ups. But even in those years, I'm of the mindset that every year of my life is better than the last. And 27 has been a particularly good 'best' year.
It's certainly had its downs. Living in Seoul has been a year-long and trying adjustment period for me. I may have been born and raised a city girl, but I've learned I'm growing out of that. I've experienced discrimination of another kind—that post to come. I’ve suffered intense and frequent bouts of 체, visited the doctor and pharmacy more times than I have in probably all of my early 20s years combined, received bad news from family and friends back in the States, and felt so unfulfilled by my previous position that I resigned after one year without any prospects.
But then, I’ve learned to navigate public transportation and daily life in another language. I’ve advocated for myself and made consequential decisions. I’ve discovered an over-the-counter medication that has wholly changed my life (more on this soon). I’ve received wonderful news from family and friends and even had opportunities to celebrate their news with them. I’ve met my best friends in parts of the world I’d dreamed of visiting, returned to the States much sooner than we’d expected, hosted my dad in the country where he was born and explored the beautiful parts of South Korea outside of Seoul, and celebrated my offer and acceptance of a Visiting Professor of English position with my two favorite people in the world.
So, even though an odd year, 27 has been good to me.
And it's not over yet!
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