Bath Time

Bath Time 2
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I spent a weekend at home without really reading my email or any webcomics or any of my usual internet activities. It was four days. It felt like four months.

Everything moves too fast on the internet. I sort of kept up with Twitter, but I didn't read every single Tweet posted by every single person I follow. The result of missing large chunks of others' Twitter streams lead to my unfollowing a lot of them. It wasn't personal, I just realized that I wasn't that interested in what they had to say. I wouldn't be offended if one of you five people stopped reading my blog because you were no longer interested in what I had to say. My pride might be hurt, but I wouldn't be offended.

So, I guess I should spill the Big Can o' Beans: I've signed a contract to be a teaching artist in Korea next year. My contract runs from February 2010 to February 2011. I'm really excited for this adventure. I get to do something I really like doing AND get paid for it AND live in Asia AND pay off some debt and squirrel away some money for the Future. This is going to be a really cool year.

I'm nervous, though. My departure date is inching closer, and the reality of what's about to happen is hitting me, and my (very natural) fear of the unknown is creeping up on me. I shouldn't be nervous. I will know several people who are there already, and signs are in English and Korean, and it's apparently not that different that living in New York (cleaner, though!), so what am I nervous about?

I guess it's that I'll be uprooting my life once again for uncharted territory, which means that I have to pack up everything here in New York and Do Something with it, whether it's selling it, giving it away, or sending it back to Minnesota. (I'd really like to leave that last option as a last resort. The only things I want to take from here are my favorite clothes, shoes, and books.) I really loathe moving, as I've done it six times in the last two years (SIX TIMES). I'll also have to say goodbye to a lot of really awesome people and comforting routines for new people and new routines. Yes, yes, it'll be great, but it will also be uncomfortable. I don't enjoy being uncomfortable.

I know, I know. I'll get over it. And no, I shouldn't agonize over it now. I'm not really. I'm just...processing the magnitude of what I'm about to undertake. So many people never leave their state for an extended period of time, let alone the country of their birth.

This is weird.