Little India

The flight from the UK to Kuala lumpur was relatively smooth. Although looking back an 8 hour connection is probably too long. I could hardly get any sleep at Doha, mainly due to the fact I was worried about loosing my hand luggage, and the chairs were not very comfortable. Effectively I travelled for around 24 hours, with around an hours sleep. This meant I was incredibly tired and stressed, and I broke down a number of times.

I’m seriously doubting whether or not I should even go to Korea. I know that moving to a different country is never an easy process, but what I’m super aware of is being completely honest with my emotions. I don’t want to think everything will be fine in Korea, when it could be the complete opposite.

I had a nightmare about something going wrong in Korea, and me being isolated from my family and friends. That’s a situation that I do not want to find myself being in. I’ve lived abroad, and I understand the adjustment phase is never an easy process. What I’m now asking is, “do I really want to go through that again?”

I certainly don’t want to waste peoples time, and Korea, or any foreign country is not the time or the place to find yourself. I’m annoyed that I didn’t seriously think about this before I left, as it would of made things a lot easier.

I’m not going to make an immediate decision as that would be crazy, but this week before orientation I need to decide on whether to stay or go.  

Diaries of a teenager

One thing I love is to de-clutter, moving abroad has afforded me a great opportunity to get ride of my childhood, from my old room. As I was clearing through the books and clothes, I came across a journal that I must of written when I was around 13/14. I thought it was pretty funny, so I’m going to share the entries with you!

Friday 21st December

Dear diary,

I finished school today at one, that Ben is just so annoying, he always says to me “calm down”.

I quite fancy that Lucy, I can’t wait until I see Lord of the Rings. I don’t see the point of going into town. Most people think that their hair comb is the most important thing, although this is mainly girls though. 

Yours Sincerely

Bridging Home - South Korean artist Do Ho Suh’s ‘Bridging Home’ is an installation built between two houses in the Liverpool, UK. The structure is designed as a traditional Korean sense, which is planted above ground, at an angle. The building explores the affects of living in an interconnected society upon the psychology of the individual and the community.

Bridging Home - South Korean artist Do Ho Suh’s ‘Bridging Home’ is an installation built between two houses in the Liverpool, UK. The structure is designed as a traditional Korean sense, which is planted above ground, at an angle. The building explores the affects of living in an interconnected society upon the psychology of the individual and the community.

Horizons

Typing this post out feels incredibly surreal. 8 months ago I was in a much darker place, and I felt completely lost at sea. Through the 8 month period i’ve licked my wounds and have looked to building a positive future in a new country, that new country is of course Korea. 

I’m now down to the last few days here in the UK and I’ve just finished my last Sunday dinner for a while. My packing is going well, but I think i’m over packing, so really need to consider what I really need. My emotions also seem to be on bit of a ride. I swing from sheer excitement to nerves as I remember my first time living abroad. 

Last week I went and visited my uncle and aunty, they have a wonderful house by the coast with two delightful dogs, and an incredibly talkative parrot. I’ll actually really miss them, and in particular my uncle. He’s the type of guy that would never say “I love you”, but you can easily see and sense his love through his face and eyes. My uncle is exactly like that, as I waved goodbye to him I could tell he was sad. I had a cry on the journey back home, I thought about missing out on times with him. I wondered whether I will regret not spending more time with him, when he passes (his health isn’t the greatest). It turns out my uncle wants to come to the airport to wave me off. I’m really happy about that, but also I know i’ll be so sad to wave by to him, also I know that my mother will be in tears. I’ve done goodbyes many times, but they never get any easier. 

So I’ll apologise if this blog goes a bit quiet in the next few weeks. I’ll be instagramming my progress, so if you want to see some of that just drop me an message.