|Art Installation: Myeongbeom Kim|
It's official - I'm moving to Korea in August. I'll be living on Jeju, an island where the dialect is so different from standard Korean that UNESCO classifies it as a distinct language. And not only is it considered an entirely different language, it's a 'critically endangered' language. So yeah, I'll be living on an island where the people speak a dying language - I am so excited.
I've never lived overseas before, though I've always dreamed of it, and honestly it still hasn't quite sunk in that I will be embarking on what I see as my first real adventure in exactly 31 days....! Though I originally intended to live in Busan, the idea of living on an island where I don't speak the language and has a matrilineal society (yesshhh girl power ^_~) has grown on me greatly. It feels like I'm going to really going somewhere new and I can't even fathom what lies in store for me.
I wonder if I'm being a fool, quitting in this economy. The fact that I just left a full-time job to chase after a dream of living abroad, of traveling, and going on some kind of adventure with no particular plans of what I'll do afterwards is terrifying.
But I am more terrified of living like this: Idling away my youth in suburban America, commuting 2+ hours a day, staring at a computer 8+ hours a day, and falling asleep every night wondering what it would be like to wake everyday happy - no, thrilled - to be alive.
I feel like I've spent my whole life like those goldfish - always looking out onto this vast ocean, but afraid to leave the comforts of what is familiar while swimming circles in a tiny bowl.
So, I'm taking a leap - a leap out of my bowl (ehe couldn't resist) - a leap of faith.