Life, Deferred

I've been writing in this thing a lot lately. Maybe, it's because I know it's about to come to an end.

Daniel, the man from Gwangju, came to the school today. He got the job. He got the temporary visa to keep him legal in Korea until he can get his E-2 work visa. He's in. I'm out.

It's all feeling a bit surreal, like waking from a long dream. I will reiterate what I have before: I do not hate Korea. I really don't. The people I work with, the director who took a chance on me coming here, the other foreigners I have met, have been kind and good. In another situation, in another vocation, in another mindset, maybe I would have stayed. Maybe I didn't give a chance. But, even still, I don't come out of this feeling like I have wasted my time. I've learned a lot of lessons, despite being told if I came home so soon, I'd learn nothing and it would have all been a waste of time.

It wasn't. I came to Korea. I'm here right now, sitting side by side a pair of internet gaming addicts. I have seen the crowded streets, with cars butts to nuts to each other. I have seen a small Korean village, ages away from what Jinju turned me off of. I have, I have, I have... well, I haven't done a whole hell of a lot. And that's OK.

I will see you soon, New Jersey.