Yesterday, I officially accepted a job in Seoul. It's finally on paper - I have to move to Korea or they'll come over here and brutally murder me. Wait, did I accidentally sign a contract in North Korea? Oh well, too late now.
Now, deciding to move to another country is terrifying. I only know three words, one of which is more flirtatious than I originally realized and will thus be used only in emergency situations (like when I want a free dinner). I'm not positive I'm pronouncing the part of town I'll be living in correctly, nor am I quite sure how to articulate the name of the currency. I've never once eaten Korean food; in fact, in a line-up of foods from Asian countries, I can confidently say I would be unable to select which is Korean. About two months ago, I didn't even know where Korea was on the globe. (That speaks volumes of America's embarrassing education system and is also a pretty humiliating fact about my lack of geographical knowledge). All this to say, I feel a lot like this girl:
Except, of course, she's going down a slide that will be over in ten seconds or less, and I have to live in Korea for a whole year. Still, I think the sentiment is pretty spot-on.