It's hard to explain why I kept going. Those first rehearsals were not great for me, confidence wise, and I nearly stopped going because I didn't think I was cut out for it. Choir was ten years behind me and I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't feel the harmonies anymore. I felt like every single note I was singing was wrong.
I’ve been on the receiving end of but far too many times. I don't think I've ever assumed that the person behind but is actually sorry. I've felt like I have justify why I didn't know something I couldn't have known, or why someone else didn't do something that they should have done.
About a week ago, a friend from home asked me whether or not Korea was treating me better this time around. I didn't give a particularly good answer, but I did promise to blog about it when I'd had some time to think. While it's difficult to determine offhand whether it's worse or better, I have found … Continue reading The Differentness of Things: Korea Round 2
In a point entirely related to the things I created this blog to blog about, I have returned to Korea, to the same city, to the same school I was teaching at before. Surprise. The feeling of "But why?" was strong before I left SA (again), and is strong among the people who are still … Continue reading And So The Blog Returns To Life
I think the two years I lived in Korea were the first (and perhaps only) time in my life when I felt financially secure. In the two years between my father's death, and my departure for Korea, I needed to help support my family. We lived paycheck to paycheck, and I have never tried … Continue reading Money Can’t Buy Happiness?
I knew before I came back that I would, inevitably, miss some things from Korea. I've pared these things down to five things that would improve my life here in SA. There are as follows: 1. Reliable public transport One of the most extraordinary things about South Korea is, in my opinion, the public transport … Continue reading Five Things From Korea I Need In My Life
I love to sing. I sang in choir when I was in high school. But I didn’t like being in my school’s choir. It was a rather notorious organisation – infamous for the fact that once one joined, one was unable to leave. It wasn’t until my final year at school that we were allowed – … Continue reading Reality Hits: When the Elation of Returning Home Starts to Wear Off