A Change in the Winds…
Last night the boy and I went out for a midnight powerade run (the stuff’s delicious). We decided that the cherry blossoms were too beautiful and the weather was too nice to go straight back inside. Instead we walked to the elementary school across the street, played on the playground, rode the seesaws and talked about life underneath the soft moonlight.
We talked about our hopes and dreams for our up and coming adventure. We discussed what Korea has taught us over the past two years (which is a lot). We reminisced about what we’ve accomplished, explored, and discovered. This is a country where we’ve spent two thirds of our entire relationship. We’ve grown with each other, cried with each other, experienced hardships and triumphs. We also talked about our future.
We both agree that we’re leaving Korea at the right time. Neither of us want to leave this fascinating country and that’s what’s so perfect. We wouldn’t want to leave being bitter, angry, or fed up. We’re going to be departing with heavy hearts and I know we’re going to miss the hell out of this place.
As we were sitting there under the cherry blossoms, listening to the eerie creak of the seesaw, we relinquished our fears about leaving this place that’s been our home for the past two years. We let ourselves fall in love with Korea and now we can move on to new adventures, new places, and even new struggles.
If Korea has taught me anything, it is that everything changes. Just like the fleeting cherry blossoms, our lives experience spurts of growth, blooms, and metamorphosis. I don’t know what our future holds once we step on the plane home. I do know that I’ve been blessed beyond measure and I’m anxiously anticipating what’s coming our way.