Category: Korea

Next Steps

Next Steps

I wish I could say the excitement and good vibes I was feeling at the end of my last post kept going throughout my first month in Korea, but the reality was a bit different. It all changed rather abruptly when I moved from the apartment I was in during training to the apartment I would be living in for the next year. The apartment during training was bright, furnished, and open. When I arrived at the apartment my school had given me, I was greeted by empty darkness. The apartment was a half-basement, with windows that looked at concrete walls. Only after my eyes adjusted did I realize I was not alone. I was sharing this space with many, many spiders. The person who lived in the apartment left months ago, without cleaning, and the spiders had moved in. The place was a mess. I stood in the middle of the room not quite sure what to do. I decided I needed to do something about the spiders before I could really think about next steps. I made my way to the store, bought the biggest can of Raid I could find, went back and sprayed – doused – the corners and walls. Then went outside and contemplated my life.

How much would it cost for a ticket back to Ecuador? Maybe Salt Lake City would be less? I guess a hotel room would be less than both of those…but surely that’s not sustainable long term. But how could I live here now?

I had done Peace Corps; I know how to survive in places with bugs and housing that’s less than ideal, and by the end of my service I was even able to call my Peace Corps housing comfortable. But I could not see this apartment ever being comfortable. It was just too dark. Too depressing. I figured I at least needed to ask to move. The philosophy I go by is the worst someone can say is “No,” and then you are no worse off than before you asked. It wasn’t an immediate yes, but eventually I was given the green light to look for a new apartment; I just had to tough it out for one month in the spider dungeon. I looked at many places, some even worse than the apartment I was already in. I was beginning to wonder if this was meant to be, but then I found it –  the one. The place I knew I was supposed to be. It felt right from the moment I walked in the door, and there was even a sign – a literal sign – that this was where I should be. I couldn’t believe it! I moved in on June 24th and the experience has changed 100%. I don’t dread coming to my apartment now. I have a place to call home, to settle in, and even have a room for visitors! Accepting reservations now 🙂

2nd/Guest Bed 🙂

“The Sign” This sticker was on the AC in the bedroom…the girl living here before worked for the Ecuadorian Embassy. What are the chances?!? It just felt right! 

Aside from the living situation challenges, I was not anticipating the loneliness I felt during the first month. This experience has helped me further realize how lucky I was to have the Peace Corps group I did, and to be in South America. Because the training was so short here, there was not time to build the relationships and support network that were built during training in Peace Corps. We also worked in small groups, so I only really got to know a few people during the week, who are all great, but now working in schools far from Seoul. Additionally, the three other teachers at the school where I am teaching were at the end of their contract. So without time to make friends in training, and teachers at my school leaving, all I had to look forward to after work was going back to my apartment – and well, you can imagine how that was.

My training group – great bunch of people, wish they were closer.

Adding to this is the language barrier. Interestingly enough, not knowing Korean makes it difficult to make Korean friends. 😛 Korean culture also seems to be more conservative in regards to foreigners than South America. My experience in South America was filled with friendly conversations from neighbors, with daily “good mornings” and “good nights” from strangers walking down the road. This doesn’t happen here. I am not sure if it’s because of the language barrier, or just how living in a city of ten million people is? Either way, I miss the warm hospitality of South America.

Thankfully the interactions and time I have had teaching the kids has been fun, and some days it is the only interactions with other people I would have in the day. Other times, friends from Peace Corps that are living here have come to visit me. It’s a long train ride for them to do so, but their visits helped me more than they know. I also have met an English speaking friend or two in the area I live, and the few times we have grabbed a beer or had dinner together also got me through some of the hardest times. Little by little, things are falling into place.

Noami & Eben from PC Guy26! Lifesavers.

So that’s it. As I am writing this, I am happy in my new place; with a table I can actually type on, a couch to sit on and light coming in through the window. I think – I hope – I made it through the hardest part. As the three teachers at my school left last week, three new ones have arrived. It’s new beginnings for all of us. A fresh start to my start. Next steps. I had to remind myself of two things several times during the last month, which I believe to be true:

I am exactly where I am supposed to be, and that no experience will last forever.

This helped me not only get through the tough times, but also remember to cherish each part of my journey. I will not be in Korea forever; the experience so far has been good, and it has been bad, but it’s been just that – an experience. Sometimes I still can’t believe I am here. My name on the door with “Teacher” is something I never expected, but these days the unexpected seems to happen more regularly. No matter what may happen next, I want to cherish the opportunity to be here now.

Teacher Chase…has a nice ring to it, eh? 😉

Until next time,

Peace. Love. Happiness…and a great Independence Day back home!

Also, on the home page I’ve updated my mailing address and can by reached by post now. Old fashioned letters/pictures and your updates are always loved and appreciated. Snail-mail me!

Traditional Korean Market
Myeongdong – like a mini Vegas/5th avenue in Korea
Lockets of Love at N. Seoul Tower – originally meant for couples to signify their unbreakable bond to each other, tourists and locals alike lock inscribed and special padlocks to the walls and posts. I haven’t locked one with anyone yet, but that’s an update for another day. 😉
Seoul Searching

Seoul Searching

If you are wondering how I ended up in Korea, you’re in good company! I didn’t fully believe I was coming here until a day before I left. Life can be fun(?) like that sometimes I guess. So, how did I get here?

After the federal hiring freeze put the job with USAID on hold in January, I decided I better look at some options to fill the time. One of those options was teaching in Korea. I didn’t really think I would end up in Korea, but applied, interviewed, and started sending in whatever paperwork they asked for. The hope was still to have USAID call prior to me needing to make any decisions about Korea, or what to do next. But weeks turned to months and still they didn’t call…and I decided I needed to do something. So I got a ticket booked back to the USA and thought I would head to DC to find work and start figuring out life there; still hoping USAID would call, I figured the Korea thing may be an option somewhere down the road. I got an update on USAID in May; nothing is moving there until next year’s budget is approved. Not great news. I also heard from Korea in May. They wanted me to start training May 22nd.

Decisions had to be made, and fast. For various reasons I decided to go for the Korea option; but then ran into issues with obtaining the necessary visa. It was looking like I would not make the May 22nd training, which was fine, as I still had the ticket booked for DC and would figure stuff out there. But as you now know, I never made that DC flight. This is because the Korean embassy decided they would issue my visa…on May 18th, the day before I would need to fly. So it happened. I packed my bags, put one foot in front of the other, got on the plane and decided why the hell not – let’s go teach in Korea.

Teaching…about that. I hope I am good at it? I have about the same feelings teaching English as I do for giving talks on breast feeding. I’ve done it once or twice before, wondered how I got myself into the situation as I was doing it, and prayed it would all be over soon. So yeah…these poor kids! 😉 But in all seriousness, I think this is the biggest concern I have at the moment. Apparently the company that hired me thinks I can do it, so I guess I’ll rely on their confidence until I get my own. Training starts this week, and hopefully I will feel better about this whole idea once it’s done. Although I don’t have a lot of teaching experience, what I am looking forward to is interacting with the kids. This was one of my favorite parts during my Peace Corps service. I believe supporting and encouraging kids has long lasting impacts far beyond the short time they spend with you. So the students in my classes may not have a teacher that knows all the ins and outs of teaching English, but I’ll do everything I can to ensure they leave knowing someone believes in them. Then, if needed, they’ll at least have the confidence to learn what they need to from another, you know, actual teacher! 🙂

As I pictured arriving in Korea, the only reference to something like this I had was my initial arrival in Guyana through Peace Corps. There were the good parts of that experience and there were the difficult parts; the ones that made my stomach tense up thinking about going through it all again. As it turns out, however, the arrival in Korea has been nothing like the arrival in Guyana. I didn’t have a group of other teachers on the same flight as me to navigate the airports and travel with. There wasn’t staff at the gate in Korea, welcoming me with banners and hugs. There is no one here to hold my hand through the process. My arrival to Korea was something I needed to get through on my own, and that was ok. I actually haven’t really been on my own since I left Peace Corps. The independence, the responsibility, the uncertainty, it all felt good. As I exited the plane on the other side of the world, I had no idea what I was about to walk into.

Yet, this kind of seems to be the theme for me lately. I’m an experience junkie. To be honest, trying to figure out where all these varied experiences are taking me is a tough one. I had, and maybe still have, concerns about adding yet another branch to my already unique tree of experience. Society tells us we generally should pick a career path and stick with it, get good at one thing, plan for retirement, etc. But I can’t identify what path I’m on, or where the work I am doing, and have done, is leading me. As I am getting older, this is a little stressful; how are all these random dots going to connect? I recently read Steve Jobs had said “You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.” That rings true for me. I definitely can’t see how some of my dots are connecting now, so I try to remind myself the picture isn’t completed yet. Sometimes the dots aren’t ready to be connected, but perhaps they will all make sense looking back when the work is done. That’s my hope anyway.

If things going right are a sign you are making the right dots, then I can’t help but feel I am in the right place now. Everything really did fall into place for me to be here (albeit quite last minute). From eleventh hour approvals, to free exit row upgrades on long flights, to a great apartment during training in an amazing area of town, to perfect weather and the innate sense of peace I have – for the first time since I had the idea of coming here, I can say Korea feels right. Seoul has given me an incredible first impression. I am excited to make this dot as impactful and memorable as possible; to do some “Seoul” searching, and in due time, marvel at everything that has connected to it from here.  

Training starts tomorrow.  Wish me luck!

My first morning in Seoul – walking in Namsan park to the iconic N. Seoul Tower
Namsan Park: near my apartment! Filled with running paths and nature trails
Seoul at night with iconic N. Seoul tower lit up