Oof, I've been a bad girl. Always neglecting the ol' blog. When it rains, it pours, so lucky you. Time to catch you all up on my life.
--I have officially decided to pursue my masters degree, starting June 3, 2013. I know I vacillated significantly regarding all my options, so thank you for hanging in there with me. I decided to completely disregard my prior musings of concentrating on a Masters in Development. Although that is still something I am interested in, I couldn't fathom getting into that kind of debt without any guarantees for employment.
All things considered, I decided that I will be pursuing my Masters of Education in Curriculum and Instruction with a specialization in ESL online. This option will allow me to continue teaching abroad and will make finding gainful (oh, let's be real: lucrative) employment wherever I choose to go in the next few years. In addition, since my future career goals definitely include youth services, this further education will still improve my chances towards that end. Finally, I've been feeling the need to seek more professional development in my current position. As such, I think this option is best for me financially and professionally.
--I've officially been in Korea for eight months. As always, it feels like the time has absolutely flown by. I can't believe there is only one season left to go before my contract is up! As a small side-note, real-world-spring (as opposed to Arizona-spring), is the worst. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. What a tease. Bring on summer.
--I've been making a conscious effort to keep in contact with people back home in more ways than one. I have been enjoying sending snail mail to friends and family back home. I'm having so much fun picking out all kinds of cute stationery.
--I'm really loving teaching my kindergarten class. They are such hard workers and every one of them are adorable and brilliant in their own way. It's a surprise to me, too, that they have ended up being my favorite class, and I will definitely be sad when the time comes to leave them.
--I've got so many exciting opportunities coming up. In two weeks, we have a four-day weekend. I'm hoping to go out of town, maybe see Busan, or some other new city. Next month, we have another four-day weekend, which I'm hoping to use to go to Japan. At the end of July, we have a five-day weekend (that is partially causing me inward groans because two day week? Seriously???) that has yet to be determined. Be excited, folks. The possibilities are endless!
That's all for now!
Showing posts with label Personal Reflection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal Reflection. Show all posts
Monday, May 6, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Living a life you love
Waking up to the news of the bombs going off during the Boston Marathon this morning has left me thinking about life, particularly living one you love.
Life is too short to commit yourself to responsibilities that are only paying off in money. While I could be at home, paying my dues at a company and starting a 401k, what kind of life experience would I be getting out of that? Today, as I snuggled with one of my five year olds, I was reflecting on how much I truly love every single one of them (even the boy that touches himself constantly under the table). Not only am I being fulfilled by my work, but I'm loving it, also. I'm in a foreign country with the unique opportunity to learn and understand new people.
Sure, I'm missing out on being with my family and friends. But I'm expanding my family and friend circle here as well. I'm meeting valuable and worthy people that I'm hoping I will connect with for the rest of my life. So when I have to ask myself if I'm interested in doing another year here, the answer in invariably, undeniably: yes.
Life is too short to commit yourself to responsibilities that are only paying off in money. While I could be at home, paying my dues at a company and starting a 401k, what kind of life experience would I be getting out of that? Today, as I snuggled with one of my five year olds, I was reflecting on how much I truly love every single one of them (even the boy that touches himself constantly under the table). Not only am I being fulfilled by my work, but I'm loving it, also. I'm in a foreign country with the unique opportunity to learn and understand new people.
Sure, I'm missing out on being with my family and friends. But I'm expanding my family and friend circle here as well. I'm meeting valuable and worthy people that I'm hoping I will connect with for the rest of my life. So when I have to ask myself if I'm interested in doing another year here, the answer in invariably, undeniably: yes.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Lately.
1) Eating kamjatang in my onesie. 2) Cool new train set-up. Maybe I'm the only weirdo who finds this newsworthy. 3) Finally getting exactly what I want for dinner at Korean barbecue! Imagine the fiasco of describing a variety of meats with your hands. 4) An entire aisle of tuna. For reals. 5) The price for grapes. I'm offended and constipated. 6) Some old friend-shaped pasta! In Korea! My world, I tell ya. 7) This beaut changed my life. I've been stuck in a ranch-gasm for weeks. 8) I'm writing for a website! Check it out:
http://www.gloobbi.com/travel/city-spotlight-hongdae-seoul/ 9) Missing this gal like whoa.
Check in on me next week. My ma is visiting! Squee!!!
http://www.gloobbi.com/travel/city-spotlight-hongdae-seoul/ 9) Missing this gal like whoa.
Check in on me next week. My ma is visiting! Squee!!!
Monday, December 31, 2012
New Years Resolutions
I make resolutions, like, all the time. Ok, probably twice a year (once at the New Year and once at my birthday). I never seem to check back in on these goals, though. So for resolution number one:
CHECK IN ON MY RESOLUTIONS AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH.
This way I can motivate myself to work toward these resolutions regularly. I think I'll do those check-ups right here on my good ol' blogspace because I share basically everything with you guys. Except when I get really busy and let blogging fall by the wayside. Which leads me to resolution number two:
POST REGULARLY, NO MATTER HOW BUSY I GET.
Not only is this blog something that helps you, my nearest and dearest, keep up with me while I'm jet setting across the globe, it's also a tangible record of those travels and adventures for me. Future-me deserves that. Which sort of touches on resolution number three:
MAKE AN INTENTIONAL EFFORT TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH.
I'm thinking the DMZ tour (where you actually get to see bits of North Korea), Japan, Busan, Jeju Island (sort of the Hawaii of Korea), China, and Bali. Just so far. Travel does things to me - it opens my mind to the world beyond anything I know and makes me a more thoughtful, introspective person. That's why I don't mind going to Vietnam by myself and spending at least a year in Korea. This is good for me. Which segues oh-so-nicely into resolution number four:
TREAT YO'SELF . . . NICER.
I have a love affair with food. And it's rarely good for me. I want to make healthier choices on a regular basis. That doesn't mean I have to be perfect, but maybe, just maybe, I can treat my body like it won't last forever. I want to have regular solo-dance parties where I shake my groove-thang and work up a sweat. Nothing dramatic, just something.
My last resolution is to
WORK ON MY FAULTS.
I know my weaknesses. I'm an insufferable know-it-all. I can be overly confident/withdrawn/talkative at the completely wrong moments. I don't take criticism well. I don't keep up with my friends and family as well as I should. I have a lot of improvements to make. But I want to be conscious of those things and continually work to be better.
CHECK IN ON MY RESOLUTIONS AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH.
This way I can motivate myself to work toward these resolutions regularly. I think I'll do those check-ups right here on my good ol' blogspace because I share basically everything with you guys. Except when I get really busy and let blogging fall by the wayside. Which leads me to resolution number two:
POST REGULARLY, NO MATTER HOW BUSY I GET.
Not only is this blog something that helps you, my nearest and dearest, keep up with me while I'm jet setting across the globe, it's also a tangible record of those travels and adventures for me. Future-me deserves that. Which sort of touches on resolution number three:
MAKE AN INTENTIONAL EFFORT TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH.
I'm thinking the DMZ tour (where you actually get to see bits of North Korea), Japan, Busan, Jeju Island (sort of the Hawaii of Korea), China, and Bali. Just so far. Travel does things to me - it opens my mind to the world beyond anything I know and makes me a more thoughtful, introspective person. That's why I don't mind going to Vietnam by myself and spending at least a year in Korea. This is good for me. Which segues oh-so-nicely into resolution number four:
TREAT YO'SELF . . . NICER.
I have a love affair with food. And it's rarely good for me. I want to make healthier choices on a regular basis. That doesn't mean I have to be perfect, but maybe, just maybe, I can treat my body like it won't last forever. I want to have regular solo-dance parties where I shake my groove-thang and work up a sweat. Nothing dramatic, just something.
My last resolution is to
WORK ON MY FAULTS.
I know my weaknesses. I'm an insufferable know-it-all. I can be overly confident/withdrawn/talkative at the completely wrong moments. I don't take criticism well. I don't keep up with my friends and family as well as I should. I have a lot of improvements to make. But I want to be conscious of those things and continually work to be better.
My Year in Review
Can I just say how flippin' awesome 2012 was?!? With some help from my little blue friend (i.e. Facebook; not the pill from The Matrix), I got a chance to reflect on all that awesomeness.
This year:
Looking forward into this New Year, I foresee many wonderful adventures ahead. I hereby commit myself to more: exploring, putting myself out of my comfort zone, learning, reading, writing, loving, developing good habits (and, okay, a killer wardrobe), going along for the ride, listening to the silence, being intentional, keeping up with this blog and with friends and family back home, repairing old relationships and developing new ones, and enjoying the little things.
I don't think we are ever done growing until we decide to stagnate, so I want to commit myself to stretching this year of possibilities, my 23rd year of life, to reap the most rewards I can from it. Already, the last five months have been radical. Let's keep going with that forward momentum!
This year:
- I rang in the New Year with fireworks in front of Universal Studios, about six minutes' walk away from my apartment in Los Angeles.
- I got to go on a cruise to Alaska with my family and for the first time ever, see glaciers, visit Alaska and Vancouver, British Columbia.
- I went to Coachella, a lifelong goal of mine.
- I successfully finished my year of service to my country as an Americorps VISTA.
- I made many wonderful friends in Los Angeles, California.
- I got a job and moved to South Korea.
- I met amazing people and put effort into maintaining and strengthening old relationships.
- I got a new baby nephew and got to see the other nephew and niece I have keep on keepin' on with the being adorable all the time.
- I turned 23, and officially ended the suckiest and most trying year of my life. I began this new year ready to reap all the rewards.
- I developed inner strength, a sense of style, and increased my self-confidence.
- I have continued to expand my skills set by designing a website and creating several works of art now displayed in my apartment.
- I got to re-connect with my theatrical side by "directing" my students' play Three Little Pigs (although it was more like herding cats).
- I fell in love, lived life without regrets, reconnected with myself, and worked on making myself a better person.
- I spent my first Thanksgiving and Christmas on my own, but definitely not alone.
- I survived the end of the world.
- I traveled to Vietnam by myself, as my first real trip on my own, and am starting the New Year as a new person, committed to having many, many more adventures.
Looking forward into this New Year, I foresee many wonderful adventures ahead. I hereby commit myself to more: exploring, putting myself out of my comfort zone, learning, reading, writing, loving, developing good habits (and, okay, a killer wardrobe), going along for the ride, listening to the silence, being intentional, keeping up with this blog and with friends and family back home, repairing old relationships and developing new ones, and enjoying the little things.
I don't think we are ever done growing until we decide to stagnate, so I want to commit myself to stretching this year of possibilities, my 23rd year of life, to reap the most rewards I can from it. Already, the last five months have been radical. Let's keep going with that forward momentum!
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Life.
I keep things semi-positive on this blog - or I try, anyways - but gearing up for the holidays all by my lonesome and a few beastly days at work has me feeling homesick, I'll admit. It's not always sunshine and rainbows 'round these parts.
But I would like for them to be.
So I'm starting a rainbow picture. And watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. (See how organically that sunshine and rainbows popped up?) And I'm focusing on Vietnam. I'm packing (lightly) for Vietnam.
And I'm reflecting on the last year.
Wow, how different things are now than they were twelve months ago. I was an entirely different person. My confidence, my self-assurance, my self-love - all matured. I'm in KOREA. That was not one of my plans this time last year. Last year, I rang in the New Year with the wrong person in the wrong place. I'm thankful for those times in that they led me to these times. Because I don't even know where I'll be on New Years, somewhere in the depths of Ho Chi Minh City, I suppose.
Oh yeah, did I mention to blogland that I'm going to Vietnam? Yeah, I'm going to Vietnam, y'all. That was definitely not where I thought I would be this time last year. I love how life works out.
But I would like for them to be.
So I'm starting a rainbow picture. And watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. (See how organically that sunshine and rainbows popped up?) And I'm focusing on Vietnam. I'm packing (lightly) for Vietnam.
And I'm reflecting on the last year.
Wow, how different things are now than they were twelve months ago. I was an entirely different person. My confidence, my self-assurance, my self-love - all matured. I'm in KOREA. That was not one of my plans this time last year. Last year, I rang in the New Year with the wrong person in the wrong place. I'm thankful for those times in that they led me to these times. Because I don't even know where I'll be on New Years, somewhere in the depths of Ho Chi Minh City, I suppose.
Oh yeah, did I mention to blogland that I'm going to Vietnam? Yeah, I'm going to Vietnam, y'all. That was definitely not where I thought I would be this time last year. I love how life works out.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Things I am grateful for
I know I make these sarcastic posts about all my second world problems and six a.m. facebook posts about my salsa cravings, but life is so not bad even a little bit. And I want to make sure you all know that. And I want to work on being a more gracious person. So here I am. Being gracious.
I am so, unbelievably grateful:
I am so, unbelievably grateful:
- to have a job. I can't speak to the job market currently in the US, but unless it has had some freak up-turn, any job worth having is few and far between.
- to have my own apartment. I didn't realize how soul-sucking living with people was until I was sitting in my apartment alone, giggling about how happy I was to be entirely alone. If the dishes aren't done, I can't hold some deep-seated resentment toward my dirty roommate. And I never have to feel guilty about not washing my clothes for weeks on end until it reaches that point where my dirty clothes become my new floor.
- for Happy Potato, a restaurant right near my work. It's super cheap, sells this lovely udon soup that warms me to the bone, and the owners know what I want every time I come in.
- On that note, for Koreans. On the whole, I have found the people of this country to be warm and welcoming.
- for my foreigner coworkers. I know that some people come to Korea and work at a school as the only foreigner. I shouldn't have to tell you how bad that would suck. I have people to spend the holidays with (we're currently planning an epic Thanksgiving feast), I have girls to go shopping with and boys to . . . work with.
- for that fleeting glimpse I had of one of my bygone Kindys - Amy - as she disappeared into the elevator today.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Who rocks? Oh, that's right.
I'm a boss.
Today I paid off my student loans. In full. Like I'm so close to being debt-free, I can smell it.
And I filled out applications for three graduate programs. All I have to do now is update my resume, write my personal statements, send in the paperwork and basically everything else. Luckily, they aren't due until December (at the earliest), but I like being ahead of the curve.
And I like feeling like I'm a boss.
Today I paid off my student loans. In full. Like I'm so close to being debt-free, I can smell it.
And I filled out applications for three graduate programs. All I have to do now is update my resume, write my personal statements, send in the paperwork and basically everything else. Luckily, they aren't due until December (at the earliest), but I like being ahead of the curve.
And I like feeling like I'm a boss.
Friday, October 12, 2012
I'd Rather Be Camping
Fall has officially fallen here in Korea. I'm probably being quite liberal in applying the epithet "frigid" to the last couple days, but I'm full of excuses for that--I'm from the desert; I never lived with seasons; we visit the snow.
It's not like I'm lying about those thing, but even I'll admit I'm being a bit of a baby. After all, it's only October. Things are about to get real. And although I'm aware of this (and admittedly, quite excited about it), I feel as though I have license to complain just a teeny bit.
But I digress. The whole point of this post is not to talk about the weather, but actually, how the weather makes me feel (not to go all Sally Jessy Raphael on you all).
And it makes me feel like camping. That's right. Seemingly random though it is, fall weather always makes me want to go camping. I blame it on Camp Wildcat, the super awesome do-gooder association that I belonged to in college.
Yup, cool, crisp mornings make me feel like crawling out of a sleeping bag, rubbing my eyes in the early morning light, convincing myself that I really must get out of the tent, and starting up a fire on a gas stove to heat my apple cider. It makes me want to back my CamelPak with a couple sandwiches, some fruit and trail mix and hit the ground trail-running. It makes me want to stay up late, tending a fire, roasting marshmallows, singing goofy songs, and talking about my personal life to people who probably don't care until the wee hours of the morning.
Unfortunately, the key to enjoying this isolation is to not actually be all that isolated. It's difficult to do such things on your own and make them both enjoyable and worthwhile. I mean, I'm just as capable of going all Bear Grylls as the next nature-loving person. But what fun is it if your tent pole snaps and slaps you in the face repeatedly throughout the night if you can't giggle and laugh about it with your friends? Who am I supposed to reminisce with in the event that my gas stove erupts in flame to the tune of "We Didn't Start the Fire"? I enjoy looking back on my camping adventures because they were times that brought me closer to the people in my life, and they helped turn a seemingly awful situation into a memory.
So I wait. And lust for those sunburns, wish bracelets and memories earned in the depths of Mount Lemmon.
It's not like I'm lying about those thing, but even I'll admit I'm being a bit of a baby. After all, it's only October. Things are about to get real. And although I'm aware of this (and admittedly, quite excited about it), I feel as though I have license to complain just a teeny bit.
But I digress. The whole point of this post is not to talk about the weather, but actually, how the weather makes me feel (not to go all Sally Jessy Raphael on you all).
And it makes me feel like camping. That's right. Seemingly random though it is, fall weather always makes me want to go camping. I blame it on Camp Wildcat, the super awesome do-gooder association that I belonged to in college.
Yup, cool, crisp mornings make me feel like crawling out of a sleeping bag, rubbing my eyes in the early morning light, convincing myself that I really must get out of the tent, and starting up a fire on a gas stove to heat my apple cider. It makes me want to back my CamelPak with a couple sandwiches, some fruit and trail mix and hit the ground trail-running. It makes me want to stay up late, tending a fire, roasting marshmallows, singing goofy songs, and talking about my personal life to people who probably don't care until the wee hours of the morning.
Unfortunately, the key to enjoying this isolation is to not actually be all that isolated. It's difficult to do such things on your own and make them both enjoyable and worthwhile. I mean, I'm just as capable of going all Bear Grylls as the next nature-loving person. But what fun is it if your tent pole snaps and slaps you in the face repeatedly throughout the night if you can't giggle and laugh about it with your friends? Who am I supposed to reminisce with in the event that my gas stove erupts in flame to the tune of "We Didn't Start the Fire"? I enjoy looking back on my camping adventures because they were times that brought me closer to the people in my life, and they helped turn a seemingly awful situation into a memory.
So I wait. And lust for those sunburns, wish bracelets and memories earned in the depths of Mount Lemmon.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Forever Lost
In the last month, living in Korea, I have begun to construct my community around me. I have reached out to other expats, been lucky to encounter friendly people at work and have generally made an effort to accept opportunities, even if I am tired/homesick/poor (for the moment, anyway). In much the same way, I am trying to find an online community. People who write about travel as life. Women, in particular, who satisfy that craving for adventure and paving their own path.
But my internet searches have been less...yielding than I expected. Most female expats are abroad because their husbands are in the army. While spectacular in their own right, they are not exactly the lone-wolf trailblazers I am looking for. Many travel blogs are focused largely on tourism and while this is a valid modicum of blogging, it's also generally trite and rather boring to the offhand stranger on the web.
Then there is the whole high school/university exchange students. The first problem is that they fleeting, often created for the experience, and then abandoned, never to be updated on a regular basis again; the second problem is that they are generally about foreigners coming to the U.S. and therefore, are written in a variety of languages I don't speak.
Am I to be forever lost in a sea of expat blogs?
But my internet searches have been less...yielding than I expected. Most female expats are abroad because their husbands are in the army. While spectacular in their own right, they are not exactly the lone-wolf trailblazers I am looking for. Many travel blogs are focused largely on tourism and while this is a valid modicum of blogging, it's also generally trite and rather boring to the offhand stranger on the web.
Then there is the whole high school/university exchange students. The first problem is that they fleeting, often created for the experience, and then abandoned, never to be updated on a regular basis again; the second problem is that they are generally about foreigners coming to the U.S. and therefore, are written in a variety of languages I don't speak.
Am I to be forever lost in a sea of expat blogs?
Friday, September 28, 2012
What I Wish I'd Brought to Korea
Remember how I said in my video that I was going to do a follow-up about what I wish i had brought to Korea? Without a video-camera (or camera period, for that matter) I will use my words.
- More shoes. Had I truly grasped the gravity of the situation (NO new shoes for a YEAR), I would have packed an entire suitcase with shoes of every kind. But even worse than that--I brought NO tennis shoes. So yeah, remember those.
- More American candy. I gave my kindy class Reeses cups today for doing so well on their presentations yesterday and the ensuing ten minutes while they were eating them was perhaps the quietest and most focused they had ever been in the last three weeks.
- Spices. I suppose these would really be called "additives." Making things that taste even remotely similar to their American versions is near impossible when you don't have access to things like garlic salt, onion salt, bouillon, Italian seasonings, etc. However, this is totally secondary to the shoes and candy.
- A mattress pad. After traveling to India and now to Korea, it seems that Asia doesn't put much stock in a nice, soft bed. And for a person who really prefers Uncle Fester's bed from Addam's Family, I'm in for one rough year. Either that, or I'll become so accustomed to a firm bed that I'll return home and sleep on the floor. Hey, I'd save a lot of money in the long run. Here's to sucking it up!
- More Korean skills. Okay, so this isn't a material good. But it's one of the few on this list that would really improve my quality of life here. The other things are just that--things. The few weeks prior to leaving for Korea when I donated more than half of my closet, got rid of most of my material possessions, and packed my new life into two neat, 40-pound squares, were perhaps some of the most spiritually cleansing weeks of my life. The things that really matter, now those are the things I packed in my head--my common sense, my respect for other cultures, my curiosity, my tolerance, my desire to learn, my innate sense of which direction is North.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Second-World Problems
- I don't actually know my address because I still cannot read Korean fluently enough to read it off of other people's mail at my apartment building quickly enough before I get walked in on looking like the new "creepy waygookin" since my building has zero signage telling me where I live--and even if it did, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between that and a sign for a "Beauty Hair Shop."
- I don't know how to take out my trash. There are no dumpsters/largeish trashcans around. Every so often, seemingly without rhyme or reason, trash bags will accumulate on street corners nowhere near my apartment. I'm torn between taking my trash to one of these street piles or allowing it to build up in my apartment for
daysmonths on end until I look like a hoarder.
- Secondary trash problem: Korea composts. So food trash can't be thrown out with regular trash. This complicates my trash problem further because I can't even begin to fathom where I would throw out food trash. My only solution thus far has been to eat all my food, even if I'm not hungry and even if it tastes bad. Not sure what I'll do when this is no longer a viable option.
- Construction hazards. There is construction on the main road I use to walk to school. Almost daily, there is a piece of heavy machinery moving its several-tons-worth of dangly bits amongst pedestrians--not a hard-hat in sight and rarely adequate supervision. Today, the entire sidewalk portion was cordoned off, forcing us to dodge in and out of vehicles whose drivers attempted to squeeze their cars into the assigned pedestrian walkway. It ended in a lot of metal-to-concrete screeching and old ladies hopping along cement barricades. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
- Sometimes, after weighing the pros and cons of first: finding a restaurant with food I feel like eating, second: a place with adequate photos for me to know what I'm ordering, third: attempting to order, fourth: eating with the highly likely possibility of embarrassing myself further, and fifth: enduring the endless stares from not-so-subtle children/adjummas/anyone, I'll decide to just go home and gorge myself on my now-dwindling Costco-sized box of Reeses.
Despite my "second-world problems," I seriously love it here. Where else could I get such awesome fodder for blog content??
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
On Eating Food
My first love--food--and abandoning my familiar love for this foreign one has wrought many changes in your young grasshopper. I thought this as I munched one of the most delicious tuna sandwiches that had *squirm* cucumbers in it. Back home, I would have had no hesitation puu-puuing said sandwich, but since I've gotten here, I've found that I really am much less picky when it comes to my food.
I'm less picky. Don't know what that black, slimy thing is in the middle of my kimbap? No problem.
Ah, putting mushrooms in the shabu shabu? Let me at 'em!
Hmm, green olive-looking things? I'll try them. Oh wait, they're actually quail's eggs? Not bad. Not what I was expecting, but not bad...
They all slide down my trap like the daintiest delicacy. Yes, I've noticed I've become less picky, less aware of what I am actually eating, but I've also shifted to eating differently, on the whole.
I eat more soup. I could not be happier about this change. As you might know, soup is my favorite food. It has been argued that soup is not, indeed, a food. I am mortally wounded by this argument, as I said before, soup is my favorite food.
I eat a lot more tuna and rice. Tuna comes in everything--kimbap, bimbimbap, soup, sandwiches. The Koreans must love tuna, because I see it everywhere. I've always enjoyed tuna, but I didn't love it before I came here. Now I do because it's one of the few things that tastes the same here as it does at home. Eating more rice, now that's one I don't have to explain at all, right?
Don't be too concerned. I still eat a lot of junk here and sometimes I skip meals because I forget to eat or having a communication error is just too stressful to contemplate, just like I did back home. Well, except for that communication part. Anyway, I'm just excited to find out my actual address so I can order in!
P.S. Yes, I do not know my actual home address. Make fun of me if you wish. I also am not 100% sure of where to put my trash.
I'm less picky. Don't know what that black, slimy thing is in the middle of my kimbap? No problem.
Ah, putting mushrooms in the shabu shabu? Let me at 'em!
Hmm, green olive-looking things? I'll try them. Oh wait, they're actually quail's eggs? Not bad. Not what I was expecting, but not bad...
They all slide down my trap like the daintiest delicacy. Yes, I've noticed I've become less picky, less aware of what I am actually eating, but I've also shifted to eating differently, on the whole.
I eat more soup. I could not be happier about this change. As you might know, soup is my favorite food. It has been argued that soup is not, indeed, a food. I am mortally wounded by this argument, as I said before, soup is my favorite food.
I eat a lot more tuna and rice. Tuna comes in everything--kimbap, bimbimbap, soup, sandwiches. The Koreans must love tuna, because I see it everywhere. I've always enjoyed tuna, but I didn't love it before I came here. Now I do because it's one of the few things that tastes the same here as it does at home. Eating more rice, now that's one I don't have to explain at all, right?
Don't be too concerned. I still eat a lot of junk here and sometimes I skip meals because I forget to eat or having a communication error is just too stressful to contemplate, just like I did back home. Well, except for that communication part. Anyway, I'm just excited to find out my actual address so I can order in!
P.S. Yes, I do not know my actual home address. Make fun of me if you wish. I also am not 100% sure of where to put my trash.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
30 Before 30
Maybe this is premature. Maybe I'm being melodramatic (again). Maybe I'm just being me, and this is the space for that, right?
So this 30 before 30 list. Here's the thing: I've always been a very goal-oriented person. I thrive on making lists, checking things off, and having a tangible running list of exactly how accomplished I am. Man, I sound like a jerk. But I'm not. I promise. Anyways, here goes.
So this 30 before 30 list. Here's the thing: I've always been a very goal-oriented person. I thrive on making lists, checking things off, and having a tangible running list of exactly how accomplished I am. Man, I sound like a jerk. But I'm not. I promise. Anyways, here goes.
30 Before 30
- Write a little (or a lot) every day.
- Develop a regular workout routine.
- Buy a nice camera and learn how to use it and all the fancy settings.
- Use said camera as a camcorder and record bits of daily life.
- Learn more about graphic art design and use it to design a gloriously beautiful blog.
- Travel somewhere new at least once a year.
- Travel to every continent (except for Antarctica--well, maybe Antarctica, too).
- Buy horrendously expensive, awesomely gorgeous shoes.
- Go to grad school.
- Learn a new language.
- Cultivate meaningful volunteer experiences.
- Learn to chop vegetables quickly like those fancy chefs.
- Discover my spirituality.
- Have a better relationship with my dad (and my whole family).
- Increase my vocabulary.
- Pick up a hitchiker.
- Go on a LONG road trip.
- Learn to draw portraits.
- Develop an ethos about the food I ingest.
Work in a different country.- Go to Africa!
- Build something.
- Get a grown-up job where I can be creative and thrive.
- Get out of debt.
- Grow my hair out long.
- Make a really awesome dress.
- Learn to swim!
- Make a measurable difference.
- Ride an elephant.
- Be happier each year than I was the year before.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Oh, yeah . . . A Moment for Solicitation
Please excuse me for being so selfish, so self-absorbed, and not asking this sooner, but I've been busy, what with this great adventure I'm supposed to be going on *hopefully* as of Saturday. (If you can't believe that I'm still crossing my fingers that this will actually happen, then join the freakin' club, people!)
Back on topic: Sure, I'm writing this blog for longevity reasons, I suppose, but it's also for all you people. So what is it you'd like to know? What fascinates you about my imminent adventure?
All ideas welcomed and encouraged! Leave a comment and let me know!
Back on topic: Sure, I'm writing this blog for longevity reasons, I suppose, but it's also for all you people. So what is it you'd like to know? What fascinates you about my imminent adventure?
Are you curious about all the funky food I'll willingly be ingesting?
Intrigued by my experience as a foreigner?
Engrish? Need I say more?
What about all those weird products you'd NEVER find in America?
All ideas welcomed and encouraged! Leave a comment and let me know!
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Thoughts on Leaving the Valley of the Sun
Today is my last day in the Valley of the Sun. It is certainly bittersweet, considering this was my home for nearly my entire childhood. I know, I know, I'll be back, eventually. But when I return, I'll be a different person. I mean, when I left a year ago for Los Angeles, I was a different person than I am today. It can only be expected, I guess.
Returning this time, I really felt like I was a stranger to my hometown; Phoenix no longer felt like mine. I was a visitor, searching out my favorite haunts (Valle Luna, Anzio's and Barro's, for the win). This makes me feel a little peripatetic, like I've got no home base. But it is just an impetus for me to search out a hometown myself.
The only thing I can hope is that I never have to visit Phoenix in the summer again! EEK!
Returning this time, I really felt like I was a stranger to my hometown; Phoenix no longer felt like mine. I was a visitor, searching out my favorite haunts (Valle Luna, Anzio's and Barro's, for the win). This makes me feel a little peripatetic, like I've got no home base. But it is just an impetus for me to search out a hometown myself.
The only thing I can hope is that I never have to visit Phoenix in the summer again! EEK!
Friday, August 31, 2012
Cousins
In my last couple of days in Phoenix, I made the rounds around the Valley to finish up essential paperwork, but also to say goodbye to my family and friends. These goodbyes were all bittersweet and I'm going to miss everyone very, very much.
As part of my goodbyes, I dropped in on two of my younger cousins. It's been years since I had the opportunity to really sit down and learn more about the wonderful women they are becoming. More than anything, I was so impressed by them and by how mature and wise they are. I was also reminded about how essential it is for young girls to have strong, female role models in their lives. I hope I am doing that.
I'm sad that I'm only now discovering what good friends they could truly be right before I leave for a year, but I'm also excited to see how they will have changed and matured in my absence.
As part of my goodbyes, I dropped in on two of my younger cousins. It's been years since I had the opportunity to really sit down and learn more about the wonderful women they are becoming. More than anything, I was so impressed by them and by how mature and wise they are. I was also reminded about how essential it is for young girls to have strong, female role models in their lives. I hope I am doing that.
I'm sad that I'm only now discovering what good friends they could truly be right before I leave for a year, but I'm also excited to see how they will have changed and matured in my absence.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Blast From the Past
In going through all my junk that has been sitting in my parents' house since I graduated from college and cleaned out my bedroom, I came across a metric ton of journals from my past life. And of course I couldn't just set these things aside; I got distracted and rummaged. And I came across this gem:
I don't know when I wrote this, sometime during high school, and never meant to share it with the world. When I came across it the other day, though, I immediately wanted to share it here. It's funny because I felt this way before I had traveled that much and now, my feelings are not all that different. There is a level of introspection here that surprises me and I am surprised that I feel the same today. It's a great reminder from my former self to always be processing all that I am learning, to act with respect, that travel is more than an experience--it's an education.
I used to consider myself a highly cultured person. And then I woke up. I call this my moment of truth. Prior to said moment, I thought my meager attempts at understanding other cultures made me interesting and wise. And then, one day, I woke up. It was in this moment that I realized the world wasn't a minuscule adventure to be conquered. It wasn't meant to have its countries collected like trinkets in a pawn shop, left only to collect dust due to neglect. It was then, on the verge of my cultural enlightenment, that I found my imposter status. I realized that in order for me to become fully cultured, as I truly, desperately wished, it was up to me, not only to familiarize myself with other, alternate realities, worlds and cultures. But rather than discarding them the moment they have been added to my collection, I must learn to love these worlds and realize in some deep and distant recess of my mind that they are not so different from my own. And that is where I've learned that being cultured doesn't make me interesting or mysterious. It only makes me more compassionate, understanding and willing to discover more.
I don't know when I wrote this, sometime during high school, and never meant to share it with the world. When I came across it the other day, though, I immediately wanted to share it here. It's funny because I felt this way before I had traveled that much and now, my feelings are not all that different. There is a level of introspection here that surprises me and I am surprised that I feel the same today. It's a great reminder from my former self to always be processing all that I am learning, to act with respect, that travel is more than an experience--it's an education.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Final Days
Today is my last day in California before I go to Korea and I don't know if I will ever live here again. It's strange to think of this as the end of an era in my life. Is that melodramatic? It sounded melodramatic when I re-read it, but I'm okay with that.
During my final days here, I've eaten at all of my favorite restaurants: Ramen Jinya, Frosty Queen, SouPlantation (CA's version of Sweet Tomatoes), and Mighty Mouth. This was important to me. You know why.
I've experienced three last days of work (one for each of my schools) and celebrated the end with my VISTA pals and each ending was...different, to be sure, and that final impression will undoubtedly dictate with whom I maintain contact. I discovered rare truths in those final moments.
I realized I've only started figuring out who my friends are and who isn't worth my time.
I am proud of myself and my accomplishments, regardless of what those accomplishments mean to others. I also look at it as an accomplishment of mine that I don't need affirmation of those accomplishments from others. Although it's still nice.
I suppose one of my conclusions drawn from this year is that although I've met people of value and character here, I've met far more people who are superficial, unhappy, or suffering from entitlement. I've learned how to be unfailingly, unwaveringly, unapologetically me, through and through. I've learned that Los Angeles might be for dreamers, but people with their feet planted firmly on the ground can go further and faster than those with their heads in the clouds.
Psych Girl mailed me the most wonderful birthday present, a necklace with a globe pendant on it filled with dandelion seeds because this year was about sowing seeds. I talked about this with KFC and we both agreed that 22 was a time of sowing seeds and 23 would be a time of reaping those rewards. I'm excited about leaving Los Angeles, because that means I will be moving on to the next wonderful chapter of my life. I enthusiastically anticipate all there is to come and cherish all that has come to pass. LA, you will always have a place in my heart.
This might be the end of an era, but it's the beginning of something beautiful.
During my final days here, I've eaten at all of my favorite restaurants: Ramen Jinya, Frosty Queen, SouPlantation (CA's version of Sweet Tomatoes), and Mighty Mouth. This was important to me. You know why.
I've experienced three last days of work (one for each of my schools) and celebrated the end with my VISTA pals and each ending was...different, to be sure, and that final impression will undoubtedly dictate with whom I maintain contact. I discovered rare truths in those final moments.
I realized I've only started figuring out who my friends are and who isn't worth my time.
I am proud of myself and my accomplishments, regardless of what those accomplishments mean to others. I also look at it as an accomplishment of mine that I don't need affirmation of those accomplishments from others. Although it's still nice.
I suppose one of my conclusions drawn from this year is that although I've met people of value and character here, I've met far more people who are superficial, unhappy, or suffering from entitlement. I've learned how to be unfailingly, unwaveringly, unapologetically me, through and through. I've learned that Los Angeles might be for dreamers, but people with their feet planted firmly on the ground can go further and faster than those with their heads in the clouds.
Psych Girl mailed me the most wonderful birthday present, a necklace with a globe pendant on it filled with dandelion seeds because this year was about sowing seeds. I talked about this with KFC and we both agreed that 22 was a time of sowing seeds and 23 would be a time of reaping those rewards. I'm excited about leaving Los Angeles, because that means I will be moving on to the next wonderful chapter of my life. I enthusiastically anticipate all there is to come and cherish all that has come to pass. LA, you will always have a place in my heart.
This might be the end of an era, but it's the beginning of something beautiful.
Friday, August 24, 2012
At Year's End: A Reflection on the VISTA Program
Disclaimer: This is really long and probably only helpful to people considering being in a VISTA program.
For those of you who don't know, VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America) is a federal loan-payment program for recent college graduates that matches volunteers with nonprofits so that they can serve as "capacity-builders" for the organizations and increase their ability to serve their target demographic. This means that although the organizations that VISTAs work for span a diverse spectrum, VISTAs do essentially similar work--fundraising, developing templates, designing websites, building a volunteer database, writing grants, building community partnerships and more. The premise of the program is that you live and work in poverty, only receiving a basic living stipend ($15,000 a year) and at the end of the program, you receive $5,000 toward future education or toward paying off your student loans.
If you've been reading my blog, you know that I have shared my trials and my successes here with you, but have generally erred on the side of positivity when it comes to regarding my position. This comes as a result of personal belief: in focusing on having a positive attitude, I invite more positivity into my life and I see opportunities where others might have a bleaker outlook. Honestly, it was often this philosophy that kept me from walking out of my office and never returning.
Now that my VISTA year has officially come to a close, I feel as though I would be remiss in not recounting accurately the positive and negative aspects of my year of service for anyone else looking into serving their country through civil service in the VISTA program. (As a side note, there are other federal loan programs, such as City Year, NCCC, Learn & Serve, and many others, but I can only provide a information about VISTA).
As a VISTA, there are certain factors that will make or break your VISTA experience. For example, the program I worked with was part of a large VISTA network contracted through Los Angeles Unified School District, the second-largest school district in the United States, as part of a pilot program. This means that although I was the only VISTA at my three school sites, there were 20 other VISTAs in my program, and all of us experienced the roller coaster that is the first year of a VISTA program. We could commiserate with each other when our supervisors decided to change the terms of our contract because it wasn't working for the school district or for the Corporation for National and Community Service (the corporation that oversees the VISTA program and provides the paychecks). But this also meant that we were working in different conditions, being required to put forth varying levels of effort, while still being paid exactly the same amount. There were benefits and there were drawbacks.
One of the major issues I have with this program has to do with the level of dedication--there is no set standard. I came into this program, high-minded and idealistic. I am passionate about education reform and equality and I am also passionate about service. I give 150% most of the time and I thought this was the expectation of a VISTA--why else would a person sign up to get paid $15,000 a year if they didn't care about what they were doing? After all, I was being paid better as a babysitter before I became a VISTA. But as it turns out, many of the people from my program were merely biding their time while they studied for the LSAT or applied for graduate school, living with their parents rent-free and doing little work for a meager paycheck. During our days of service (federal holidays where we did community work like building a community garden), these were the people sitting on benches complaining or holding rakes and chatting with their friends. Meanwhile, I'm hoe-ing my heart out with a hangover, trying to actually accomplish something important and valuable to the people we are trying to help. But I eventually got over the inequality of effort being put forth and learned to roll my eyes, shake my head and get back to work.
Unfortunately, the management of the program just wasn't something I could roll my eyes and be okay with. First of all, I was hired in August 2011 by someone at the district who had interviewed me along with some of the principals interested in the program. Two months later, this person was "taken off" of our project and sent elsewhere and we were dumped on another district employee who seemed to neither understand the VISTA program nor did she particularly like any of us (with the exception of maybe two VISTAs). The assumption was clearly that we were doing nothing with our time at our school sites. Things started changing: our metrics reporting forms became so involved that they took several hours to complete and were now due on the weekends, some VISTAs were given days off for Spring Break or Independence Day while others were expected to work as usual, some VISTAs were being put on probation for merely disagreeing with our district supervisor. While my VISTA supervisors (VISTAs who acted as our Human Resources department) were generally pretty helpful and responsive, they were also essentially powerless.
And as the months progressed and the closer we got to our termination date, the more awful is became. What were we going to do, quit? No one was going to quit and miss out on a $5,000 payout for completing the year of service just to escape another three months of hell. Except that some of us did. The real shame here is that those who quit were the people who cared the most about their schools and their communities. They were the people who gave of themselves irrevocably and because of the district's ignorance, they failed to see and acknowledge the wonderful compassion fused in the very core of these people. Of course, those who were doing nothing more than hanging out all day at a school site stuck around, but the people that were doing important work were so unappreciated that they had to leave.
Of course, their were daily frustrations at the school site--since our program was poorly communicated to our principals, most of them didn't know we were young professionals (not students) or the extent of what we were capable of accomplishing. I struggled almost daily to have my ideas taken seriously, to be viewed as a valuable member of the school community, and to stay informed of what was going on at my various school sites. But overcoming these struggles allowed me to garner valuable professional experience and it opened doors to new communities with open arms. One of my schools now has an online presence where none existed before and they honored me with a special award and plaque at the year's end. I got to see the looks on kids' faces when they received an attendance incentive award (that I sought out) to go to a Dodger's game for free--something their parents wouldn't have had the money to take them to. I got to meet friends and feel like a part of a team in a foreign community and to feel as though I was important.
If I had the chance to do it all over again, would I? Honestly, I'm unsure. There are a lot easier ways to earn money to pay off your student loans (teaching English as a foreign language in Korea, for example!) and there are many programs that more closely align to my passions. Getting a job in the private sector probably would look better on my resume and I wouldn't have to begin every interview with explaining what VISTA is. But at the same time, I survived it. Finding out you're strong enough to make it through something really difficult is self-satisfying. It definitely fed my desire for adventure and is a motivating factor behind my decision to apply for a job teaching English in South Korea. I made it through with a smile on my face, and despite the fact that next year will probably be more difficult, I know I have the ability to still remain positive about my situation.
So, in closing, I hope I didn't deter anyone from doing a year as a VISTA. Service to one's country is important and valuable. If you're like me, motivated by a positive attitude and a desire to work hard in service, then maybe you should check out City Year, another Americorps program, but full of hard workers focused on positivity. If I could go back in time, this is the program I would have applied for because I am in no way afraid of hard work and I think that their process is much healthier for the volunteer state of mind. Of course, there are so many other ways to serve your country, so don't make any decisions until you've explored all of them. Good luck.
For those of you who don't know, VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America) is a federal loan-payment program for recent college graduates that matches volunteers with nonprofits so that they can serve as "capacity-builders" for the organizations and increase their ability to serve their target demographic. This means that although the organizations that VISTAs work for span a diverse spectrum, VISTAs do essentially similar work--fundraising, developing templates, designing websites, building a volunteer database, writing grants, building community partnerships and more. The premise of the program is that you live and work in poverty, only receiving a basic living stipend ($15,000 a year) and at the end of the program, you receive $5,000 toward future education or toward paying off your student loans.
If you've been reading my blog, you know that I have shared my trials and my successes here with you, but have generally erred on the side of positivity when it comes to regarding my position. This comes as a result of personal belief: in focusing on having a positive attitude, I invite more positivity into my life and I see opportunities where others might have a bleaker outlook. Honestly, it was often this philosophy that kept me from walking out of my office and never returning.
Now that my VISTA year has officially come to a close, I feel as though I would be remiss in not recounting accurately the positive and negative aspects of my year of service for anyone else looking into serving their country through civil service in the VISTA program. (As a side note, there are other federal loan programs, such as City Year, NCCC, Learn & Serve, and many others, but I can only provide a information about VISTA).
As a VISTA, there are certain factors that will make or break your VISTA experience. For example, the program I worked with was part of a large VISTA network contracted through Los Angeles Unified School District, the second-largest school district in the United States, as part of a pilot program. This means that although I was the only VISTA at my three school sites, there were 20 other VISTAs in my program, and all of us experienced the roller coaster that is the first year of a VISTA program. We could commiserate with each other when our supervisors decided to change the terms of our contract because it wasn't working for the school district or for the Corporation for National and Community Service (the corporation that oversees the VISTA program and provides the paychecks). But this also meant that we were working in different conditions, being required to put forth varying levels of effort, while still being paid exactly the same amount. There were benefits and there were drawbacks.
One of the major issues I have with this program has to do with the level of dedication--there is no set standard. I came into this program, high-minded and idealistic. I am passionate about education reform and equality and I am also passionate about service. I give 150% most of the time and I thought this was the expectation of a VISTA--why else would a person sign up to get paid $15,000 a year if they didn't care about what they were doing? After all, I was being paid better as a babysitter before I became a VISTA. But as it turns out, many of the people from my program were merely biding their time while they studied for the LSAT or applied for graduate school, living with their parents rent-free and doing little work for a meager paycheck. During our days of service (federal holidays where we did community work like building a community garden), these were the people sitting on benches complaining or holding rakes and chatting with their friends. Meanwhile, I'm hoe-ing my heart out with a hangover, trying to actually accomplish something important and valuable to the people we are trying to help. But I eventually got over the inequality of effort being put forth and learned to roll my eyes, shake my head and get back to work.
Unfortunately, the management of the program just wasn't something I could roll my eyes and be okay with. First of all, I was hired in August 2011 by someone at the district who had interviewed me along with some of the principals interested in the program. Two months later, this person was "taken off" of our project and sent elsewhere and we were dumped on another district employee who seemed to neither understand the VISTA program nor did she particularly like any of us (with the exception of maybe two VISTAs). The assumption was clearly that we were doing nothing with our time at our school sites. Things started changing: our metrics reporting forms became so involved that they took several hours to complete and were now due on the weekends, some VISTAs were given days off for Spring Break or Independence Day while others were expected to work as usual, some VISTAs were being put on probation for merely disagreeing with our district supervisor. While my VISTA supervisors (VISTAs who acted as our Human Resources department) were generally pretty helpful and responsive, they were also essentially powerless.
And as the months progressed and the closer we got to our termination date, the more awful is became. What were we going to do, quit? No one was going to quit and miss out on a $5,000 payout for completing the year of service just to escape another three months of hell. Except that some of us did. The real shame here is that those who quit were the people who cared the most about their schools and their communities. They were the people who gave of themselves irrevocably and because of the district's ignorance, they failed to see and acknowledge the wonderful compassion fused in the very core of these people. Of course, those who were doing nothing more than hanging out all day at a school site stuck around, but the people that were doing important work were so unappreciated that they had to leave.
Of course, their were daily frustrations at the school site--since our program was poorly communicated to our principals, most of them didn't know we were young professionals (not students) or the extent of what we were capable of accomplishing. I struggled almost daily to have my ideas taken seriously, to be viewed as a valuable member of the school community, and to stay informed of what was going on at my various school sites. But overcoming these struggles allowed me to garner valuable professional experience and it opened doors to new communities with open arms. One of my schools now has an online presence where none existed before and they honored me with a special award and plaque at the year's end. I got to see the looks on kids' faces when they received an attendance incentive award (that I sought out) to go to a Dodger's game for free--something their parents wouldn't have had the money to take them to. I got to meet friends and feel like a part of a team in a foreign community and to feel as though I was important.
If I had the chance to do it all over again, would I? Honestly, I'm unsure. There are a lot easier ways to earn money to pay off your student loans (teaching English as a foreign language in Korea, for example!) and there are many programs that more closely align to my passions. Getting a job in the private sector probably would look better on my resume and I wouldn't have to begin every interview with explaining what VISTA is. But at the same time, I survived it. Finding out you're strong enough to make it through something really difficult is self-satisfying. It definitely fed my desire for adventure and is a motivating factor behind my decision to apply for a job teaching English in South Korea. I made it through with a smile on my face, and despite the fact that next year will probably be more difficult, I know I have the ability to still remain positive about my situation.
So, in closing, I hope I didn't deter anyone from doing a year as a VISTA. Service to one's country is important and valuable. If you're like me, motivated by a positive attitude and a desire to work hard in service, then maybe you should check out City Year, another Americorps program, but full of hard workers focused on positivity. If I could go back in time, this is the program I would have applied for because I am in no way afraid of hard work and I think that their process is much healthier for the volunteer state of mind. Of course, there are so many other ways to serve your country, so don't make any decisions until you've explored all of them. Good luck.
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