typhoon

There's a storm coming. Typhoon Bolaven is set to wreak havoc on Korea from the early hours of the morning until sometime tomorrow night. We're set to get a whole lot of rain and a whole lot of wind. My school has already cancelled classes tomorrow. I went to the supermarket after work to make sure I had enough food for tomorrow, assuming I won't be able to leave my apartment. My boss told me I should tape newspaper to my windows so that they won't break, or something. That's not going to happen though.

Now here comes the part where I use this upcoming storm as a metaphor for my own life. In previous years, as I neared the end of a contract it felt as though I was being pulled there unwillingly. Of course I wanted to go home to see friends and family, but aside from that there wasn't much else for me to do. It felt like I had no choice but to come back. This year, having abhorred my job for so long, I wonder if perhaps it's time to close the book on my time year. I feel burnt out. The allure has worn off and all I see is another year of disinterested kids and blank stares.

After my first year I kind of thought that 3 years would be the right amount of time to spend here. Three years felt like a beginning, middle, and end. Now that I'm nearly at the end of year 3, going back home for good kinda feels like it felt to come here in the first place. I can work here. I have attachments here. I have things here. Korea has its nails in me.