I’m an expert at airport security. I can clear customs in a matter of seconds. I know how to book flights to get a row by myself. At some point in the last few years I’ve become a professional traveller, and at some point in the last few years, I’ve grown accustomed to picking up my entire life and moving it across the planet.
Like driving to work, it’s an every day thing for me now. Sure, there are still normal preparations to be made; weeks of packing, meticulous planning, heartfelt goodbyes, but none of it holds the same weight that it used to. I’ve moved to so many new homes that moving to Korea feels like just another day to me – but it’s not. Moving is the start of a new adventure, and whether I feel apathetic towards it or not, I’ll be looking back on this day for a long time to come.
I’ve often said that if you don’t have fear, you’re not pushing yourself hard enough. I’d be lying if I said I had no fears moving to Korea. In an hour I’ll be taking off for a 14 hour flight, for a 1 week intensive training program, in which several factors determine whether I stay in the country with an employment contract, or book a flight home and rationalize the entire thing as a $3000 life experience. It’s a huge risk, but I’d much rather try and fail, than spend the rest of my life wondering what could have happened. Risk keeps me feeling like I’m young and free, and I wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything in the world.