A twelfth of 2012 is gone along with three quarters of my contract in Korea. Once again, I’m pausing to evaluate where I am.
When I arrived here, I wondered what it would feel like to have lived here six months. I didn’t see far enough ahead to wonder about the nine month mark.
Now that I’ve reached this point, I’m still unsure about how it feels. Like at six months when I didn’t know how I felt about it, the same goes for nine months too. The difference now is that instead of having half a contract in front of me, I’m on the downward slope to finishing.
I don’t have much time left to figure all this out, so I feel like it might never happen. Maybe I’ll have to wait until I get back to America to reassess the experience.
They said the first three months feel like a vacation still. Over the second three months, reality sinks in. It’s during this time that most people feel homesick. The next three months after that, the ones I just lived, start to feel settled. We resign ourselves to life in a foreign country.
That’s what they say anyway. I just have to take there word for it. Because I still don’t know how I actually feel about all that. I just feel excited because I don’t have much time left, because that means it’s time to cram everything into just a few fast months.
