Three Things
Towards the end of my first year teaching English in Korea I started jotting down three things that made me happy each day. I just discovered the notebook today as I was organizing my room at my parents house, getting things ready for my departure.
I have three months left in Korea. I want to drink in as much as I can…I want to remember everything, even the little things that make me smile from day to day. This is a documentation of the happy things in my life. Three things for three months.
An excerpt:
October 1, 2008
1. Dorothy’s tiny pig tails. They looked like little paint brushes bouncing up and down as she moved her food magnets on the table, extending greetings to each one. “Hello, cake!” “Hello banana!”
2. Fried tofu for lunch.
3. 3 o’clock Oxford Class. It was my first time teaching this class and the little babies loved on me the entire time. At one point five of them were giving me a back massage in unison. Mildly inappropriate? Yes, if it was anywhere but Korea.
I await the new Korean babies this second time around.


Thirteen years have past. The style has changed, but the colors remain the same.
Please note I am wearing a skort in the first picture.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on...
I have exactly one week until I return to Korea. I will be teaching English for yet another year as part of my Hostelworld “Around The World Trip” and saving the majority of my travels for after my contract ends. The itinerary post Korea is still in the works and depends heavily on how much extra won I can scrounge up teaching.
As for now, my heart is constantly breaking as I have to say goodbyes one after another to family and friends who make up every fiber of my being. It’s definitely harder the second time around. I question my sanity and motives for choosing to leave everything I love behind. Yet, I can’t deny the certainty and the pull to live a life outside of the United States.
Thank you to everyone who has shown me constant love and support during this year of searching/wandering/vagabonding/bumming/attempting to figure out the person I need to be. I will make you proud.
My friends are amazing; Carly is a rock star!
Poster child
No trip to the dentist is complete without seeing your smile framed and hung over the receptionist’s desk.
Pre whitening, post gaps. Making mama proud.
Carly H. on the act of growing up.
Nostalgic. Always nostalgic.
My God. The Kanye response is killing me. Click on the link above, it’s pretty funny.
“I’mma let you finish” below.




