This week alone has been quite an interesting turn of events for me. Realizing that I'm finishing my work at the start of August rather than the end (August 6th is last day) I started thinking about everything I need to do before I leave. I need to visit Busan to the South, I need to do more things with my friends, and above all, I need to figure out what I ship home and what I take on the plane with me. There is SO much to do, and so little time; with only three months remaining, I have to make sure I live this experience to the fullest.
However, there has been some depressing news. As of April 27th, my grandmother, Lila, has passed away. She has left this world to the next, and it was a saddening experience to hear. She was a wonderful woman, kind and caring, talented in her own right and a lover of music. I remember when she got into Ebay and how good she was with it, how she enjoyed pictures and being with family. Lila was wonderful, and it seems a little...quieter... with her departed. My director gave me some good advice "Death makes of think of life." Those words are reminicent of other's I've been told, to take the straight of those who pass and move with our lives forward; yes, we must mourn, but we must also persevere and move on, our lives are still ours and we must keep going in their name and memory.
There is much I've thought about with this in mind, the passing of life and understanding how precious life can be only makes me glad that I had taken a chance to come half-way across the world to be in a new place and experience new culture. Being here in Korea, as I've said many times before, is a wonderful experience, it makes me realize so much about myself and my abilities and the job is WONDERFUL, the kids are great, the teachers are helpful and I've gained so much confidence and know how in my work that I am sad that it will be ending soon. I hope that with this in mind I can use the skills and knowledge to help in my future job down the road, one I wish hope goes through, and will continue to always carry the memories of those I met and the experiences I've had.