Upon moving to Korea I have found that I have developed an intense interest in shoes. No, I haven’t gone on any shopping sprees to spend my months salary on shoes. Actually I have yet to buy a pair. My interest in shoes comes from watching them. Shoes stepping on the subway car, going down the stairs and walking along the street. In the shop window, through the subway corridor and on display at the department store. All of them shouting for my attention! I have never seen more shoes in my life! There are rainbows of colours, heights and shapes. Runners, pumps, platform, flats, open and closed toe, knee high, calf and short boots, sandals, evening heels, wedge and slipper. I have seen hundreds of each. All individually highlighted with gems, flowers, shells, laces, zippers, Velcro and buttons. I have caught sight of pine cones, feathers, children toys, fur and a globe. Wow! The possibilities really are endless. In all my years of shopping, I have never seen a better shoe selection. If you love art especially that of the feet genre Seoul is the place to shop.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The Real Beginning
The journey began like many, with a crazy idea. Reflecting on my not so distant past if you were to ask me to tell you something about myself I would have enough to say, but never would you hear the expression ‘adventurous type’ come from these lips. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if friends I knew growing up took a look at my facebook status and laughed. “She’s definitely had a psychotic break”.
As I was growing up I thought , like most of the people I knew that I would go to school, find someone to love, and settle down. Possibly live in the same small town I was born into and have a happy quiet life. “What bliss”.
Then out of nowhere, I felt like I had gotten punched in the stomach. I couldn’t breath. Where had my breath gone? Something was terribly wrong with this picture. It didn‘t feel right, I didn‘t feel right. I had to do something about my situation. But what? This was certainly frustrating.
I began making changes in my life, some big, some small. Things around me started to change as did I. Not all the changes were for the good, but at least I was testing the waters. On the whole my life seemed to start to have more purpose. I was happier. I had more fun and less stress and anxiety.
One day I ran into a friend of mine. We had not seen each other in while and got to talking. He told me he was planning to teach English abroad for a year. What a great idea! wow, wouldn't it be wonderful to live an experience like that, I thought to myself.
I still had a year and a bit of school left to finish before I had my degree. Tonnes of time to think about future plans. What could I do? I thought about traveling Europe and how much fun that would be. But expensive, and with all kinds of school debt already would it be wise of me to do that right away? There was the possibility of staying in school, then again I didn't want to commit to a full career path when I was still getting to know myself.
With all of these options which one was the greatest How could get the best of both worlds? How could I learn, make money, and travel?
The idea was crazy, but perfect for my needs and now here I am living, working and travelling in South Korea.
As I was growing up I thought , like most of the people I knew that I would go to school, find someone to love, and settle down. Possibly live in the same small town I was born into and have a happy quiet life. “What bliss”.
Then out of nowhere, I felt like I had gotten punched in the stomach. I couldn’t breath. Where had my breath gone? Something was terribly wrong with this picture. It didn‘t feel right, I didn‘t feel right. I had to do something about my situation. But what? This was certainly frustrating.
I began making changes in my life, some big, some small. Things around me started to change as did I. Not all the changes were for the good, but at least I was testing the waters. On the whole my life seemed to start to have more purpose. I was happier. I had more fun and less stress and anxiety.
One day I ran into a friend of mine. We had not seen each other in while and got to talking. He told me he was planning to teach English abroad for a year. What a great idea! wow, wouldn't it be wonderful to live an experience like that, I thought to myself.
I still had a year and a bit of school left to finish before I had my degree. Tonnes of time to think about future plans. What could I do? I thought about traveling Europe and how much fun that would be. But expensive, and with all kinds of school debt already would it be wise of me to do that right away? There was the possibility of staying in school, then again I didn't want to commit to a full career path when I was still getting to know myself.
With all of these options which one was the greatest How could get the best of both worlds? How could I learn, make money, and travel?
The idea was crazy, but perfect for my needs and now here I am living, working and travelling in South Korea.
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