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Hi Internet! I am not dead! I am very much alive, and have avoided my blog till now because the list of things I have neglected to blog about has snowballed to the point where it actually rivals my laundry pile. That ish is BAD, Y’ALL.

Anywhere, here are the major life updates in easy to digest bullet point format:

- I have decided not to go to law school. At least, not yet. The prospect of tens of thousands of debt hanging around my neck, without a strong guarantee of a job at the end of the tunnel, seemed a wee bit unpalatable to me this year. But…
- I’m sick of this town. I love my friends and I love my family, but if I still find myself hanging around the Taproom on Saturdays a year from now, I…well, I don’t know what I would do. Get real drunk and grumpy-dance, maybe. So the solution to this is…
- Eli and I are packing our bags and taking ESL teaching jobs in South Korea! Right when things are ratcheting up between the ROK and their pleasant neighbors to the north. Wonderful timing! We are great thinkers, Eli and I. Especially since…
- Technically, Eli doesn’t have a job offer yet. Turns out ESL jobs in Korea don’t grow from trees any more (or they do, but are immediately plucked off by more aggressive, having-their-shit-together birds). Now initially, I had figured that it would be easier for Eli to get a job since he is, well, white. And by all accounts, it is much easier to land a job teaching English if, say, you look like a creature that knows how to speak English; no matter if Eli often talks as if he is too lazy to open his jaw and separate the words tumbling out (he is).

A month into our job search, and Eli hasn’t had any luck. I have taken a job offer in a tiny village of about, oh, maybe 10,000 souls in a mountainous village, about an hour and a half east of Seoul by bus. It’s a public school post, which – long story short – means I won’t have to deal with the numerous reported shenanigans that those who work in private schools (called “hagwons”) tend to encounter. Of course, public schools have their challenges, too – yet it seems like a safer bet, the work hours are low (less than 22 hours a week for a full time job!), I’ll get oodles of vacation time, and worst case scenario, I’ll actually get paid on time – more than I can expect from the average hagwon.

As anyone who has heard me blather on and on about this job decision for the past few weeks knows, I am nervous. Not so much about the spectre of shabby, starved North Koreans storming the DMZ or anything; I’m more scared of bored schoolkids. I don’t know if Eli can find a job near my little remote town. The recruiter who found me my job (who is amazing and has been super communicative, Korvia rocks!) swears that she’ll be able to get Eli a job near me after the schools return from vacation, but how much can she really do if there aren’t any jobs? I don’t know how the villagers will react to me and Eli; apparently rural Koreans tend to be less hostile to foreigners, but what about mixed-race couples? How will they react to the fact that I look really damn Korean (I’ve encountered Koreans who will attest to this), but I don’t speak the language and my parents are actually originally from Vietnam, which as far as I can tell, is kind of like Korea’s Mexico?

In summary: I’m leaving all my friends and family behind, in this lovely tiresome town where I am comfortable, to go basically live as some sort of weird Cylon creature in a village in another country for a year. Am I totally crazy? Probably, but am I going to go do this thing anyways? Hell yes I am, ma’am, and ain’t no Taepodong gonna stop me from enjoying this journey.

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