In which the author comes out of her laziness-imposed blog hiatus to tell you about staying in Korea for one more year.
I wrote a while (okay, a LONG while) ago, telling you about Sylvia’s (aka my Island BFF) birthday, but I never wrote about mine. And while this year’s is lining up to be pretty epic (short version: half my family will be here! Yes, half. I have a big family), last year’s was awesome, and I want to tell y’all about it.
Do you think I had enough parentheses in that paragraph?! Moving on.
Not a complaint. I wax lyrical about last year’s delightful Christmas. But there are some good pics of me with a chicken.
In some ways it’s crazy to think that I’ve been living in Korea for eight whole months (as of last Thursday, November 24), but in others it feels like I’ve always lived here, like back home was just a dream. Which is also crazy.
As Oprah would say, my “A-ha! moment”.
That evening we were given time to work on our lesson demonstration the next day – which of course meant that as soon as classes were done, almost everyone high-tailed it out of there. I had a quick practice session with my group members in the stairwell but left as quickly as I could to meet Sylvia and the others. We were off to Itaewon, also known as (ok, it might be just me) Little America.
I love Christmas. The lights, the tree, the amazing food, the family, the traditions – and the general feeling of peace and goodwill to all men that generally descends upon one during this most Happy and Festive of Seasons. But I hate New Year’s Eve.