Thursday, February 14, 2008

Only Ten Days to Go...

...and I'm still sick. Argh! I'm still worn out from flu (aka plague) and I now have a nasty little sinus infection. Will I never get well?!

Today is a cleaning day. I'm attempting to leave both my bedroom and my car in immaculate condition so that I won't have to hear my parents complain about my sloppiness at every family reunion for the next twenty years. I'm donating most of the clothes that I'm leaving behind to the Red Cross. I figure it'll be good karma if I help the needy by my leaving.

I have made one very important decision finally: When my year in Korea ends, even if I don't stay overseas, I am not moving back to Michigan. I thought about putting off the decision, but then I realized that I was just prolonging the inevitable. The economy here is lousy, I miss having mountains around me, and I have no opportunity to use my history degree here. I have a great group of friends, my family, and my church here, but I can't put my life on hold any more.

I have decided that when I get through living overseas, however long that may take, I am either going back to Virginia or to Tennessee. I wouldn't even mind living in Boston or Washington, DC. I loved living in Lynchburg, VA more than any other place, so I'm hoping that by the time I get back Liberty will have their history MA up and running. It would be fantastic to go back and get my MA at Liberty.

Well, break's over. Time to put on my Idina Menzel CD and get back to sorting through the stuff I'm leaving behind. I have high hopes of getting rid of lots of it.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"