I’m moving to Korea…. yes, really.

It’s been three and a half months since the glorious occasion of graduation. Since then, I have obtained my nursing license, applied for a number of jobs within the public health sector, been regretfully rejected due to my lack of experience, and have wasted my days away unproductively in the hurricane-torn town of Bay St. Louis. Ultimately, I have since realized that reality isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. With looming student loans, a father demanding I find a job, and a personal yearning for adventure, I came across a job opportunity that I simply could not pass up.

So, in less than a month, I will be teaching English in Suyu-dong, South Korea, just outside of Seoul. I’m extremely excited, as I have been dreaming of living abroad for the past four years. I’ve always been fascinated with the orient: the culture, the spiritual practices, the food, the history. While this isn’t exactly what I imagined I’d be doing with my degree right out of school, nor what my parents had in mind, it is something that I’ll never have the chance to do later in life. So… why not? It will certainly provide an opportunity to do some soul searching, and give me some insight on a part of the world that most don’t understand. Not to mention, I’ll gain some international experience for a resume when I decide to pick up again and work toward my ideal career in international public health. But, that’s just an added benefit.

So the packing (and the countdown to April 20th) begins…