It feels strange to walk away knowing I'll never be going back. But what feels even stranger is the fact that I'm becoming used to this strangeness. I barely gave that box, which has consumed so much of my life, a backwards glance.
And I stepped out to confront my future...
Doesn't that sound lovely and dramatic. In the medium longish term the next year holds the challenge of a new school and new grades to teach. But in the short term it holds adventure, holiday, warmth, and it did hold waxing.
At the moment I'm waiting at an airport departure gate. Waiting to be allowed to get on a plane and fly far far away from the winters of Korea. To the, hopefully, not too hot, summers of South Africa.
That's my adventure for the next two weeks. But don't expect lots of pictures of lions and elephants. I'm much more interested in catching up with my friends that dot the country. However I'm sure I will see some lions and elephants and other cool stuff. I will post pictures. Promise.
The most immediate future has been a different kind of adventure. A prepatory adventure if you will. My Korean bestfriend came over to watch me finish packing today. And I introduced her to the joys and pleasures (dubious) of waxing. It made me laugh, when I go to her house we have facials and do our nails. When she comes to my house my best suggestion is "Let's rip hair out of bodies, by the roots!" I prefer going to her house. However in South Africa I'm going to a wedding, and since I'm going to be a maid of honour, I have to wear one of those dreadful things known as a dress. This dress falls just below the knees, and it is summer, so no concealing pantyhose. Therefore the forest must be decimated. (Decimated is the word I chose, autocorrect choose 'cremated!' Seriously, what's wrong with autocorrect???)
Now they are shouting at me that it's time to board so I must finish this and post it.
Have a wonderful day.
God Bless and don't let fear bite!
