I was so excited to come home from the States. Doesn't that sound weird? Come home from the States? But yes, I'm afraid Korea has become my home. At least for the time being. My heart is at rest, my soul finds joy, and I feel alive. It was great to be in America and be reminded of how amazing my friends and family are there. I am blessed to have so many people who love and support me. Though as much as I loved being home, visiting with my family, eating familiar food, sleeping in a soft bed, enjoying the comforts I haven't had for the past six months, I felt this longing to return to my “home”. Oh, how I missed my husband and couldn't wait to jump into his arms and snuggle up to him at night. How I missed the dear friends that I've made and the adorable kids that I teach each day. How I missed my daily life: the morning runs through the woods, hearing the Buddhist monks chant in the distance, laughing with my Korean friends at the climbing gym, climbing, sharing meals with my friends, telling of our diverse lives and experiences, eating sushi, and teaching my students how to speak English and loving on them each day.
Getting away from my daily routine always helps give me more perspective on my life. After returning home to Korea I think I'm realizing, perhaps this is the happiest and most content I've been in my life. I feel, in this far eastern land, I have finally found balance. It's an art I have never been able to master. And I know that as my life ebbs and flows, that balance will come and go. But it's nice to enjoy it while it lasts and bask in God's creation on my day off. The end.
