Hello, Folks!
So sorry I’ve been slow with the updates lately. So much
happened in the past week and on and it took time to settle myself into a new life:
new place, new jobs, new people, but same ole me. :)
Good memories stifle and taunt you the moment you feel the
most vulnerable to nostalgia or feelings of good times gone by. My solution?
Write it out. I have a memory of a trip I took with a very lovely friend (whom
I shall call Rebecca) in Korea, along with a few students. Our purpose was to
escape the quick-paced bustle, inch-to-inch people bumping of Seoul. I proposed
the idea of going to an island called Nami that I read about online. What
better way to escape the city than to go to an island? I patted myself on the
back for that one and felt so proud about my idea.
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| All Right! |
I invited my fellow teacher Rebecca to take the trip with me, and being the reasonable person that she is,
she researched it with her students before giving me the A-OKAY. She invited two
students and one brought along her boyfriend. We had ourselves a party, folks!
I was excited for the trip and longed for the ship that would give me a break
from the crowded streets, pollution, and shoves and pushes from grandmas. I
felt like the Elves from the Lord of Rings taking that boat into the west in
the ridiculously long ending of the third film in the trilogy. However, I
digress.
Morning of our trip arrived and we had to be at the train
station at 7:00 AM. Now, usually an early morning appointment, class, meeting
or whatever is the biggest drag under the sun for me, but not that morning. The
anticipation moved my usually moody morning body out of bed, into the shower,
and out to put my outfit and make-up on. I arrived first at the station, which
would be a shock to anyone who knows me because tardiness is tattooed in
invisible ink on my forehead.
Finally! I would be in nature, amidst trees, fresh air, and grass
that stretched far and wide and uncountable unlike the few blades sticking out
beneath the concrete. And water. I find it healing and after a hard, tiring
week of teaching, I longed to appease my soul with a meditative gaze to the
point where the water hits the sky. My hopes and expectations for the day flew
at stratospheric heights and I smiled worse than that loopy, purple Cheshire
cat because this was my idea. I wanted everyone to have fun and enjoy the day.
Oh, but don’t you love life? One thing it teaches you over
and over again: expect the unexpected. My trip to Nami Island turned out to be
one of life’s precious gifts on that front. The story continues with the next
post!
Ever have high hopes and anticipation for something and it
turned out to be less, more, or a mixture of less and more than you expected? I’d
like to hear about it.
Thanks for reading,
Sammy
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| Ahhh, Nami Island |
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