So, here I go again. My wandering feet were yearning for new geography and I was in no mood to stop them.
I was nuptially summoned home for an incredibly fortifying spell: family, friends, yoga, and my favorite big sister's gorgeous wedding. During the maelstrom of planning and plotting, a ploy for Korea burst into my conscious. Ready for another grand adventure but with some green accompaniment, teaching English abroad seemed just about ideal. Allowing personal testimony of friends and acquaintances to guide my compass, Busan, South Korea won my attentions. Alas, my interests morphed into the real McCoy and, after months of interviewing, fingerprinting, background checking, and general paperwork drama, I booked my one-way ticket for a year in Korea. Thus, the morning after the great marital soiree, I was enroute to Seoul.
(The reason for my inappropriately prompt exit was the fact that I was technically supposed to have been in Korea February 23 to have a week of training in Seoul and then to begin classes on March 3 but, with the wedding on February 29 and March 1 - March 2 was the earliest I could leave the States. The school was absolutely understanding and made arrangements for me to come a week late but that meant I had to leave awkwardly soon after the wedding.)
Originally slated to take a week's training in Seoul, plans changed. Arriving in Seoul unscathed and requisitely stiff from hours on a plane (total air time was 17 hours) I spent a single night in Seoul and woke at an obscenely early hour to catch the high speed train south to my final destination: Busan (about a 3 hour ride). I was picked up at the station by an employee of the academy I was to work for; Mr. Jo, a man of little English. Our first stop was my new home for the year, given only enough time to drop my bags and feel sufficiently overwhelmed by the pace of my arrival, we got back into the car and headed to work.
The academy I am working for is called CDI April English. CDI is the corporation that owns private English schools all over Korea. I work for an arm of CDI: April English. April English is responsible for lower level English: phonics, preliminary speaking/intonation; our demographic pulled from elementary and middle school students. Our branch is brand new so every teacher and staff member is treading in unknown waters, an interesting dynamic to come in to.
On my introduction to the school I met the Human Resources contact who I had become well acquainted with through the grueling hiring and Visa process, Brandon - most excellent to put a face to a stream of emails and phone conversations. I then met my fellow teachers: Brent, the other "foreigner," hails from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan: a Canadian comfort and an adventurous spirit with a startlingly dry wit; Lynn, my co-teacher and the head instructor: Korean and wonderful. A true gem when it comes to information about Busan and a veritable social princess with her extensive connections with every club and restaurant owner that is worth knowing; Carrie, also Korean and Brent's co-teacher: a seasoned traveler and always ready with a smile and a laugh; And, Amy, a very new addition to our staff (she just started work in the beginning of May): Korean, from Seoul who came down to Busan to be closer to her Canadian love; her palpable joy for life is entirely infectious and intoxicating.
There is also my branch manager, Ally, a devout Christian (she has invited both Brent and myself to join her at her church services) and quietly and timidly supportive of the teaching staff. Sue and Emily are our front desk support and act as our constant connection between the school and the parents. They are wonderful to have greet you on arrival and are both enchanted with my energy. I am convinced they are constantly laughing at me, but in good spirit; they are both incredibly kind and indispensably helpful.
Last but not least is Yoon: our operations fellow. He is the man responsible for my apartment relocation (to be described in depth shortly). A positively lovely man and completely understanding of my ineptitude in dealing with Korean people when it comes to technical and housing issues. He is my go-to guy.
So, my first day on the job I was briefly introduced to all of the technology and sat in on a day's worth of my classes that Brandon was covering for me in my tardiness. This was Tuesday. Wednesday morning I was to navigate my own way to another city, train for a couple of hours in the morning, and return back to Busan for my classes at 1 pm. Baptism by the fiery bowels of hell, as I like to say. But, let me digress: my first night in Busan. After sitting in on hours of classes, trying desperately not to pass out from exhaustion, I was released.
On first viewing of my apartment the daunting observation: no bed, a fact that made me feel nauseous having been told there would be a bed, and the image of me sleeping on a pile of my own clothes on the floor my first night in the city horrified me. Mentioning this to Mr. Jo, with as much casualness as I could muster, he assured me that there would be a bed by the time I was home from work; thank heavens. Arriving back to my apartment, after a few trials and errors with directions from the subway, I had a more substantial chance to check out the place. I cannot say I was entirely dismayed but nor was I entirely pleased with the setting for my subsequent year. The three most striking drawbacks: first, the unfortunate presence of one of my least favorite stenches: stale cigarette smoke; second, the lack of stove and, in its stead, a plug in hot-plate; and third, the allowance of heat only from 10 o'clock in the evening until 8 o'clock in the morning, awkward. But, having prepared myself to expect the worse, I was reassuringly positive and committed to making the most of it all. While Mr. Jo had made good of his promise of a bed, sheets, pillows, and blankets were absent. As I was preparing to spend the night in several layers of clothes using my towel as my blanket, Mr. Jo darkened my door with all the necessary bedding. Saved again by Mr. Jo!
Sufficiently warm and in much better spirits after having shed the prospect of a night in perpetual discomfort, I settled in for my first night in my new city.



