Arriving
“I haven’t really had to cry yet since I moved, and I know that doesn’t sound like much, but—” But it feels a little like victory. I heard someone say this recently, and I couldn’t have agreed more. Arriving in new places, new jobs, and meeting new people has taught me to expect the sort of struggle that leaves me crying at the smallest of problems. When I moved to Korea, a dog barking at me could make me cry. Even that homeless dog knows I don’t belong here! For me, finding the paths I need is the most crucial part to feeling like I belong in a new place. How to get to the grocery—oh. It’s closed? Where’s the next nearest grocery? That’s closed to?!—how to get from the parking lot to my office to the nearest bathroom—no, not that bathroom; it has a cockroach living in it—and where to find a reliable source of ice cream and cookies. I’ve been in my new home of North Carolina for two weeks now, but I kept waiting to write this blog. It doesn’t count , I kept saying, ...