Lately I’ve been thinking about the the fact that I have almost lived in Korea a year.
That’s so crazy to me because it seems like it was a month ago I hopped on a plane and jetted off to this country that I had never before set foot in, nor spoke a word of the language.
I flew to Korea exactly like this. No lie.
I’ve also been thinking about all the things I have seen and experienced in the past year, and thought about what some of my other friends have been doing (or not doing) in the same span of time.
I am happy that I have an independent and adventurous spirit and that I am willing to do whatever it takes to pursue my dreams, instead of feeling I am living a life full of regrets.
I hope I will always maintain this sense of wanderlust and the desire to do daring, unconventional things.