Surreal feeling surged in while I was staring at the plane’s wings.
I’m leaving home, a place separated by oceans and continents to where I’m bound to live. For how many years—I don’t know.
Everything will be new, foreign, starting with a Korean by my side speaking almost fluent English. She’s young and from a well-to-do family for sure since she mentioned of studying English abroad—everything I wanted to become, which I’m not.
I left to have a vacation. Now I’m delirious.
I want to stroll, take photos of the city, and act like a real traveller, a globetrotter, caring nothing in the world but the next place to visit and get to know the way of life.
Seriously, I left to work like every other grown-ups chase around by responsibility of the real world.
Along the way I can be like that lass while working hard. After staying a while, I learned some tricks to live and not just exist in a new life, a new world.
First, slow down. Don’t get burn out. Savor life. I don’t mean to become a bum. Don’t go day by day that at the end of the day you don’t even remember exactly what you’ve done and why—well the common denominator is to get paid.
By that, and keeping myself sane by listening to TED talks, reading self-help books and attending seminar, and eating healthy foods, I can stay young even just by appearance. It means aging gracefully.
What gives me the energy to get up and work—looking at my goal—way ahead—of going back to school. Studying English? I will, to hone my skills in speaking and polish my grammar.
But I’m here to get the career, the job that I am pursuing for years. This is exciting and frightening as well.
Fortunately blogging is a diversion (more of a meditation) I’ve discovered, or the other way around, that helps me to reach out, to share what I know because I’ve asked a lot of questions and learned from the Internet.
So blogging is a way to pay it forward.
So what was left is becoming rich. I am not in terms of dollars. But with experience and just being a part of this artistic city, I am rich. And I wouldn’t stop there. I plan to be a millionaire in this field. In terms of finances, I’m keeping my eye on that.
Learning and becoming wiser every day for the greater good of everybody.
What does it feels like to be away from home? Always missing everything I left behind: the good, the bad, and everything in between.
What I’m doing right now keeps me busy but I don’t see it as something to divert my attention.
This is a purpose. I could be anywhere else but I’m here. There’s got to be a reason.
Yes I’ve worked hard to get here but obstacles can happen in small and great things, most of the time unexpectedly. In the end, I am living (not just existing because that for me is like the evergreen tree, thriving all year round), my goals keep me motivated.
And I’m here to soar high like that wings of the airplane above the clouds. I don’t know where else I would go or do.
But I’m living my life. Missing. Living. Pursuing.
A cycle of daily life just because I left home. I had the chance of a lifetime away from home. That’s my humble story. I would be honored to hear your story.
Photo Credit: Wing and Sunset by mhaithaca