Have you ever felt almost anxiety-inducing excitement and extreme exhaustion at the same time? You’re wired, can’t sleep, but all you can think about is lying down, finding some quiet time, some private space. Maybe it’s the introvert in me, but by the time I got off my fourteen-hour flight and got on the 5400 bus heading to Bundang, I felt all of this and more. I couldn’t wait to see my new home, and I couldn’t wait to sleep.
If a few months ago you told me I’d be moving halfway across the world to become a teacher, I’d have thought you were a con-artist pretending to be a fortuneteller. This could be because I’d been watching the K-drama, Madame Antoine, on Netflix, but that’s neither here nor there. Now, however, I’m sitting in my childhood home, down the Jersey Shore, thinking about how in just four days I’ll be moving to South Korea.