No, no, no.
I am not sure why or how it is, exactly, that I am in Korea for yet another summer, but as the weather becomes increasingly painful for me, I am firmly resolving that this shall not happen again. During my time in Korea, I have come to detest, loathe, fear and resent the summertime. Sweat, fatigue, perpetual dehydration, sweat, wet clothes, mosquitoes, sweat, monsoons, humidity, sweat, bugs the size of your hand, steam rising from the ground, sweat, sunburn, heatstroke, sweat, sweat, everywhere SWEAT.
Enough. I am over this. I am Northern Irish, and we were not designed for such a place as this. There are those who chase the sun, travelling around as the seasons change so that they never have to wave goodbye to summer. This sounds like absolute insanity to me. I have decided, therefore, to become the exact opposite of a sun-chaser. I am going to seek to live my life in a permanent state of winter.
When my contract ends at the start of next spring, I shall flee the country before the gradual inevitable descent into humid hell begins.
I will be going from a place where I spend a considerable chunk of the year like this…
To one where you can socialise in a bar like this…
I am going to move to Canada. Yes.
Did you know that in parts of Quebec, it is winter for approximately half the year?! Even summer struggles to be as warm as a Norn Irish summer. I almost cried with joy when I realised that such a heavenly place exists right here on Earth. Not only that, but they’re really fussy about you speaking French when you’re there, so the government throws you into an intensive full-time language immersion course when you arrive. For FREE. This is my kind of place. Generous. Helpful. French. Cold.
Now I just have to figure out what I’m going to do when I get there. More teaching… have another crack at the whole writing thing… or now for something completely different? Decisions, decisions.
And in the meantime, with less than a year left in the country that has (in an odd sort of way) become home to me, it’s time to start blogging about the remaining everyday oddities that now seem commonplace to me, lest I ever forget how totally, utterly surreal my life here has been at times – or how completely, wonderfully life-changing the experience has been. Thanks, Korea, you crazy monkey, you. I’m not done with you just yet!
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