RePost: Back in the USA (July 2017)

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BACK IN THE USA

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Yes, yes, yes its been quite a long time since I lasted posted anything about anything. Long story short, I left the ROK. I had an amazing job with a private elementary school, I was making a lot of money, but I just wasn’t feeling it anymore. I’m a woman and I am allowed to change my mind. I bowed out gracefully and returned home earlier this year. I was so scared. I was leaving the security that Korea had provided me for 3 ½ years. I was breaking out of the bubble and it scared me. But, I have grown in my faith and I took a leap, just like I did when I went to Korea. I had applied and interviewed for a few positions, but when I arrived, nothing was set in stone.

imageNaturally, I started really freaking out. I had my savings, but as you American know, your savings can go very fast. I had to get a car, I had to buy insurance for that car, I had to move, I had to pay bills, which in Korea was not an issue. I rode the bus and subway in Korea which cost me about $50 a month (if I had a busy month). Utilities never cost me more than $80 a month and my rent was paid for by my employer….so….I WENT INTO A DEEP DEPRESSION. I felt alone, like no one could understand what I was going through. I started to regret coming back. I tried to smile through it, but I was feeling sick about my decision. The glorious person I had become in Korea was retorting back to the girl I was before Korea. I didn’t like that girl. The people pleaser, the scaredy cat, the girl who left the house without makeup, lol! There are still days where I feel like hopping on a plane and flying the 16 hours back “home”. But I push through them and rely on God. 
imageAnd then Morgan Freeman–I mean God–kicked me in the butt and boom 2 job offers. One in D.C and one here in Atlanta. Both really good positions. Both my dream jobs…not working with kids, but making all the decisions about them Ahahaha! I
took the one in Atlanta and oh man, my summer was made! So, a month and a half after returning to the U.S, I was working in a job that I have always wanted. And the pay…well, let's just say I am content. 
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Anyway, so much has happened (love, life, loopiness) and I will get to it all soon enough. I am alive and well. It has not been easy, but I am truly thankful. Thanks for staying true and do not fret…the best is yet to come. 

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