These are the characters of our story, The story of one year in Korea. They are all part of their own Hero's Journey. Names include links to their blogs so you can follow their own journey.
The Characters:
Hannah Yim
Ziggy Chicano
Melissa Porter
Moise Georges
Alex Hazledine
Michael Velasco
Josephine Dutton
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Showing posts with label travel Korea EPIK. Show all posts
Thursday, March 8, 2012
A Week in Review: Week One
My first week of teaching and my first video detailing it are finished! It's kind of long and kind of boring but I hopefully will be getting more interesting videos and material as the year goes on. It's been a crazy first week for this fresh new Guest English Teacher. If this first week is any indication, its going to be one crazy time in Korea.
Contains: tennis, Roger Fedderer, bulgolgi, beer, fights, teacher fights, miscommunication and teacher hookups
Week One
Contains: tennis, Roger Fedderer, bulgolgi, beer, fights, teacher fights, miscommunication and teacher hookups
Week One
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Chapter 1: Departure
A year's worth of struggle,
mis-direction and uncertainty was finally coming to an end. I stood
in front of the bus stop as my family stood behind me. I was only
minutes away from leaving behind the people that I have known longest
in my life to travel to a country on the other side of the world.
This was not the first time I had left behind my family, friends and
hometown for an overseas trip, however this one would be different.
This one was more than just a vacation or a simple job that lasted a
few months.
This was a year long commitment in a
country I was not the least bit familiar with. This was a journey
into the complete unknown.
I had always talked about traveling.
Dreams of getting away from my sleepy little town and seeing the
world. What started as naive childhood dreams they soon turned into a
reality for me. Once was enough to hook me. To convince me that my
life's calling lay beyond the confines of my comfy little town.
Traveling and exploring had found its way into my body with the only
cure a few thousand miles away.
As the bus finally was ready to depart
I gave my family the last physical farewell for a long while. I knew
deep in my heart that I would see them again and though I did not act
it, I knew I would miss them very much. They understood me. They
understood my need to travel and see the world, even if they did not
agree with it entirely.
“You're an adult now Kyle. I can no
longer tell you what to do,” said my mother to me. “You have to
live your own life. Chase your own dreams.”
As I boarded the bus I gave one last
hearty wave goodbye with a smile on my face. I didn't want to them to
be sad, I didn't want anyone to miss me. As selfish as those wishes
were, I didn't want to hurt my family anymore. I wanted them not to
feel sadness or loneliness but rather encouragement that I was embark
on a new adventure, a new beginning.
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| The family (minus parents) |
It would only be one week later that I
would understand how my family felt. One week later when the very
concrete fact of being alone in another side of the world would sink
in and paralyze me with fear and uncertainty. In my darkest and most
fearful moments my thoughts would go to my family. They were the ones
that mattered most, They were the ones I needed by me in times of
crisis. They were the ones who I did not want to lose.
I sat down on the stiff seats as the
bus rumbled along the highway. In less than a few hours I would be
boarding a plane to Korea to start my new life. With a thousand bucks
to my name and my entire life packed away into two suitcases.
As I started out the window I
remembered the words my professor had told me in the past:
“One day you'll have to face the
world on your own. It's is going to suck, but its what you have to do
to grow and mature. You have to take control of your life. You have
to become a man.”
His words echoed in my head, their
abstract meaning finally making sense. So did the sadness and heavy
heart of my parents.
I was twenty four years old, but still
not an adult. I still had trials to face, challenges to overcome.
They were not losing a grown son eager
for adventure, they were using their little boy about to embark on a
journey that would most likely shape his life forever.
I was leaving a child.
I was coming back a man.
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