Random Thoughts of a Morning Person

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Morning calm in Charleston, SC. Taken during a visit to the town a few years ago.

I don’t know when I became a morning person. I just know that I haven’t always been one. For example, in college, I seemed to be the most productive at night. That was when I was able to churn out “A” quality essays and research papers. I would spend my days working, interning, doing reading assignments or conducting research but evening time was when all that day time business came to fruitation because it was the work I did at night that appeared before my professors and earned me my grade—not all that behind-the-scenes activity I did during normal waking hours. Continue reading

Living a Quality Life – #3

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Reunited with my former colleague, Mr. Lee.

Among the many people I had a chance to reconnect with while in Korea was a former co-worker of mine, Mr. Lee. I know Mr. Lee from my days working for the Busan-Jinhae governments where we were both part of the Singapore, New York, and Dubai delegations. It was wonderful to have the chance to catch up with him after all these years. Like me, a lot has happened in his life and career since we last saw one another. Continue reading

Living a Quality Life – #2

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Reunited with my friends Jae and Ellie. While we have all taken different paths in life, we’ve also found outlets, however small, toward seeking happiness.

Upon our 10-year reunion last week, it became very clear how my friends in Korea and I have all taken different paths in life. Jae utilized her skills and education to became a small business owner, myself a DC fundraiser in the international affairs arena, and Ellie a stay-at-home mom and budding entrepreneur. Last week I wrote about Jae’s inspiring accomplishments, which you can read about again here.

This week, I want to focus on Ellie. Continue reading

Living a Quality Life – #1

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Jae in her classroom.

Freshly returned from my trip to Seoul, Korea, I’ve been thinking a lot about what makes a quality life. The reality in South Korea, including Seoul, is that despite the bright and colorful lights, modern skyscrapers, chic cafes, and trendy restaurants, the everyday Korean is actually struggling. The economy has been in the shitter for years now, the job market continues to be sluggish (and quite prejudice toward the majority of Koreans who do not have an ivy league education), and even a highly educated, extremely experienced person struggles to find work that pays well in Korea these days. Continue reading

Return to Yongwon Street

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Today was incredible, and like most of my time since arriving in Korea last Friday, today I was once again reminded of how very lucky I am. I am writing this blog post from the comfort of my room on the 26th floor of the five-star hotel where I am staying in the southern port city of Busan, South Korea. Normally more than I would spend on myself, I justified the decision to stay at this rather fancy hotel as an early 40th birthday present to myself, and to commemorate my return to this city 10 years since leaving it. I used to live and work in this area until I decided it was time for me to return home to the United States in 2007.

And to this day, I still believe my decision to leave Korea when I did was the right choice to make. After 5 years in the country, I was missing the comforts of the United States, I missed friends and family, I missed weddings and babies and felt my career would not grow unless I moved back home. And so I did.

It wasn’t until a year ago that I started having these recurring dreams about being back in Korea. They were dreams of being once again in Seoul and Busan, the two cities I lived in during my time here, and these dreams simply wouldn’t go away. For the past year, I have been having them about once every two weeks, and I knew deep down inside the only way to make them go away was to return to these cities ASAP. Continue reading

Breaking Down and Floating Up

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It’s been a tough week. Actually, it’s been a tough month. So tough that to my horror, I found myself silently in tears on the bus ride to work Thursday morning. It came out of nowhere, and I was horrified when I realized what was happening. It’s not like I was sobbing in a fit of hysteria, but there were definitely quiet tears streaming down my face. I did what I could to pull it together. Act like an adult, I told myself. Grow some thicker skin. Don’t be such a child, and pull yourself together. And while that sort of worked, it wasn’t what I needed to truly get back on track; it was only a temporary fix that was just long enough to stop the tears. The stress, frustration and disappointment continued to hound me throughout the week. Continue reading