Worry not, my non-existent audience! I have been writing plenty, far more than I was planning to over these last couple of months, they just have unfortunately been sitting derelict on a shelf instead of logged neatly into this here blog. But I plan to change that (which is big stride, considering I was procrastinating even making this post about my habits).
I'm a fourth (almost a third) of the way through my contract and the time is truly beginning to fly by. It's endlessly surprising to me how routines can do that. The first days, when every little moment is another droplet of "newness" have faded into the general flow of things. The unique becomes the mundane and before long it has become "just another job". But that's alright, that's not quite representative of the rest of my experience out here.
At month number 3/4ish, I've finally got some friends that I can call up on an odd weekend for drinks and a meal. It has happened a couple times, as a matter of fact. Sprinkle in some stupid nights of tomfoolery and now I'm finally feeling a sense of belonging here. I got to talking with some Spaniards during their travels (our stars crossed at a dive bar in outer reaches of Seoul) and I just remember walking away from it feeling so alive but also so sure of myself. I know I made the right choice by coming out to another corner of the world, but I also am that much more excited to return to the US locked and loaded. I met many a kindred spirit and that dumb bar, using the collective language lessons I've stumbled upon over the years and I just felt... Right. There were 5 people who were all friends from the same company based out of Seville, Spain. They decided to their outsourced buddy in Vietnam representing the company, and turned it into a 10-day Tour de Asia. Sharing a social cigarette (sorry mom) and diving into the wonders of culture, we spoke for quite some time until his Gimli-goes-Telemundo looking buddy interrupted with hysterics about having the best beard in the room... And if anybody knows anything about having friends, it's that if you brag about yourself you're ASKING to get incinerated. He was too drunk to care though, so we all indulged and coughed our way through hearty laughter. By the end of the night I'd had a dip into Afrikaans, Italian, Spanish, Korean and French. Drinking can do that I guess!
The 1.5 hour train ride home with the sun blazing in my eyes was not part of the deal, but the regrets on that commute did not come close to the joys that preceded it- which is all we can ever really ask for, right?
Anyway, I want to start telling goofy, old stories of my (slightly) younger days. I'm quite obsessed with nostalgia, not that anybody who has read my writing would be surprised.
Life is good
God is great
And I'm doing fine
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