I'm in America.
Long story short, I needed to see my grandmother before the cancer takes her, I needed to mourn my friend who suddenly died on March 17th, I needed to meet my brand new niece, and I needed to get away from a job that turned out to be far less honest than I had originally thought.
Resigning was traumatic; leaving was stressful. This wasn't how I wanted to come back.
But I'm comforted by the idea that this doesn't have to be the end. That someday I'll return and live in wonderful Korea again. That next time, I'll come home on my own terms, satisfied with my experience in Korea and the outlook of my life.
But for now, I'm still reeling, and I'll always miss some of the best friends I ever made.
