again and again

My last class ended a couple hours ago, and I've been inputting the last batch of grades at a cafe near work. Just got an email from one of my students, and all it said was, 'Don't go!' Kind of made me want to stay longer. Almost.

During my exit interview, the final question asked me to describe the best and worst aspects of the job. The worst was the commute. Absolutely. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy (if I had enemies). The best...

Faithful readers would note that I don't really update or talk about life here as much as one might expect. Well here is an update, I gave my formal resignation last week and I'm leaving my job at the end of the month. I've accepted another teaching position in Seoul that is closer to home.

I suppose the main source of my ire was the commute. It took two hours just to get to work, or a sum of four hours each day. I was getting beat, the perks were not justifying the work, and it was all kind of depressing. I was doing the thing that I promised myself I would not do--losing grip on time management, silently absorbing my stress, then my rage, and the resulting unhappiness of making things harder than they had to be.

Leaving was probably one of the biggest, scariest decisions I've had to make in life so far. I'm excited to have made it, to realize that the decisions I make are ultimately mine, and I'll have to deal with the consequences. I wouldn't say I know for sure what's next, but this is what I've done. This is what it's come to. Oh the drama! I'll be okay.