Live jazz with a couple of beers (and some surreptitious swigs of schnapps) makes for a very chilled evening.
So I’ve been home for 6 weeks or so now, I’ve moved down to London and you know what? I’m a bit homesick for Korea. Never considered that going home would make me homesick. Don’t get me wrong, I love some things about being back; I’m living with one of my best friends, I’m in a pretty cool city, there’s real pubs again and good Indian food everywhere… but its just not the same somehow.
To be fair, a huge part of this could be the fact that as it turns out, while in Korea I had a good job that I enjoyed (most of the time), here I have pretty rubbish prospects. Too many applicants for each job, not enough experience, plus the fact that I’m burning through savings just making rent.
It also doesn’t help that while I’m applying for jobs now there’s this nagging feeling that once I get one and get into this office situation I’m going to realise I just want to be back in a classroom.
I miss Korea’s food, social life, public transport, weather, my motorbike, even my students (although not all of them). Why did I come home again? Maybe I should have just moved somewhere new in Korea like Seoul, or back to Pohang or something.