I fancy myself a well seasoned traveller. I have lived abroad more than once, I have immersed myself in a different language, I have explored the cobblestone alleyways of many of Europe's most famous gems- and I have loved every minute of it. Each time I set my sights on a place just a little farther away than I ventured before, and each time, I fancied those trips a Leap of Faith. But now I see that those previous excursions, while fulfilling and meaningful in more ways than I can possibly count, were nothing compared to the leap I am planning now. For, come November's end, I will be boarding a plane (with a one- way ticket!!) bound for Seoul, South Korea, to teach english to darling Korean children.
Clearly, in the next year I will use no part of what I learned in my major classes, so "How does a Hispanic Language and Literature make the choice to move to Asia?" is a question I get a lot, along with quizzical looks mixed with shock and awe. It is kind of funny how "I am never really going to go to Asia, I am just filling out this application to make myself feel like I have a plan" turned into "I really need to get ahold of this travel agent so I can make sure my flights correspond to the dates on my visa."
I can't decide how to end this gracefully while still convincing you that what I have to say is interesting, so just....like....trust me. It'll be good.
