One down, eleven more to go.

Happy anniversary to me.
Happy anniversary to me.
Happy anniverrrrsarrryyy to meee-eeee.
Happy anniversary to me.

It's my one month anniversary, people. That's cause for a celebration. Or at least cause for taking a moment and asking "where has the time gone??"

Lots of things have happened in this last month. I was knee-shakingly nervous while I waited for my director to return with his car at the airport and when I was thrust into my first class sans preparation, oh and of course when I thought I'd see blood spill on the subway in my first week. I cried when I first spoke to my parents after a brutal day in school and when I mailed a letter and realized I'd miss their birthdays. I laughed so hard I cried numerous times, specifically in a taxi cab ride with a hilarious cabbie and at Outback when the toilet gave me a nice little spritz. I've felt incredibly empowered and independent, venturing into Seoul all alone, leading fun music classes with my kids, leading myself and others through the bustling Japan streets.

I've pondered why I came, regretted it, appreciated it, and speculated as to why I and all the others here did it.

Sitting here right now, one month after flying across the world to Korea, I can't say that I regret a thing. Except that I have to go to work tomorrow.

Happy birthday, Garry.