So... I moved to Korea...
Seriously, I did it. I moved to Korea.
I wasn't exactly looking for a move here, to be honest. I knew it was time for a new job and I wanted to experience something very different, but all of the opportunities I looked at in NYC felt the same. But I had promised myself to ‘say yes to life’ and took every conversation—and this is what ended up happening. So, after a couple months of planning, I had my last day at the company I worked at for five and a half years, got married to the most amazing guy (twice—more on that another time), packed up five suitcases and moved to Seoul. All within the span of 3 weeks.
I’m a little tired, to say the least.
Husband and I had a whirlwind honeymoon in Seoul and a taste of our new life here. The brave guy came with me for my first week so I wouldn’t be alone, even though he doesn't know any Korean at all and physically cannot blend in if he wanted to. He cleaned our apartment, organized the kitchen, figured out how to use the washing machine, set up our favorite channels on the cable guide that he can’t read at all, and forced me to go out and explore when all I wanted to do was lay in bed. The poor guy only had five real days here before he had to go back to New York, yet he made it a really productive five days.
No matter what time I go to bed, I can’t sleep past 6:30am. I either wake up and I’m awake, or I wake up at 3am and proceed to wake up every 1-2 hours after that. Not particularly a bad habit, since I’ll have to wake up early when I start working. I’m also trying to ground my mindset and remind myself, ‘You live here now. This is not a vacation where you’ll go back to the US in a couple of weeks—you’re here for awhile. You live here.’
To be honest, I don’t particularly miss New York; I think the almost-11 years I spent there did what it was supposed to do in my life, and it’s changed so much, I’ve changed so much that it’s not New York that I miss. But I miss my incredible family and amazing friends who I also consider my family. I miss that brief slice of time in September & October when Indian summer dies down and you finally feel that New York fall weather.
I know there will be new things for me to enjoy here in Korea; I already love the views of mountains surrounding the city in the distance, the humidity in September, the challenge of trying to find real cold brew instead of iced Americanos, and the delicious reward of drinking one when I find it. There will be more, as I settle in, carve out my new life, and find the rhythm I’m meant to follow and lead.
I’m writing this all here to make use of this space that I’ve neglected for so long (I would apologize, but as you can see I’ve been pretty busy) and also to continue to share the beauty and skincare I find here. As a natural oversharer (and also as someone who is suddenly living alone for the first time in almost 7 years) I’m sure I’ll have a lot to write here.