Applying Myself

I have the application submitted to the recruiter. All I need now for the first step is to re-scan one of my letters of recommendation, write up a 2-page lesson plan and, whammo, that's set. Then, I still need to get my Passport renewed, file for another Federal criminal record check and wait to be scheduled for an EPIK interview. It's happening again. It feels like it never really ended. It never really did. As soon as I left in April 2010, I knew this wasn't the end. When I was recovering from the gallbladder surgery and Rowan, my former recruiter, said EPIK would gladly take me back, I knew I had an Ace in my back pocket. There were points, like when Panda decided that August 2011 would not have been a good time to go to Korea, that it seemed to feel possibly like it would not happen again. And, then, this time, over the last couple weeks, it just seemed obvious that there would be no other course my life would be taking. And, here we go again. A familiar story. Hopefully, I can keep the writing fresh. Hopefully, it has a better ending.

White Whale

What would Ishmael had done had he not continuously sought The Whale? Had a nice cup of tea? To be honest, I never read Moby Dick, but something tells me it was nothing but a futile quest and, eventually, one has to examine unattainable goals and the passion and desire behind them and whether or not, for their sake, they should just let them go?

Nonetheless, Panda pointed out today over brunch, when the topic of a potential "III" came up–and Pickle asked me why I would consider going back a third time–she called South Korea my White Whale.

"Imagine going through your whole life feeling like you should have done something, and didn't?"

I did go, and I left. Twice. But, I did not go with complete willingness the second time around.

Thanks, Panda.