It's cold again. And it snowed, again. For a small window of time, I was able to venture out of my apartment without a hat, scarf and gloves. Now my cheeks are back to sporting a rosy red and my breath coming out in little white puffs. I am eagerly anticipating the spring, but I know, as with all things, I will wish for coat weather as soon as the other extreme of steamy humidity hits. My weeks are passing quickly, yet my days seem endlessly long. The time I have to myself is quite little, yet it really is time all to myself. I've settled into a rather nice routine; in some ways rather similar to the one I had at home, and drastically different at the same time.I am learning to invest myself in things more than I have in the past - reading, writing, praying, drawing - and I am learning to sometimes just be.
I am also I'm learning some painful and invaluable lessons, about leaving the coffee pot on all day, about correcting kids publicly and privately, that no matter how much rice you eat you'll never be full, and that just because it looks like a brownie doesn't mean it is..............
The past month has been nothing short of astounding: I've observed exotic underwater species at the aquarium; I've hiked another mountain; I've roamed aimlessly between art galleries and coffee shops; I've taken part in an embarrassing singing and dancing session; and I've met some of the most fascinating people.
My kindergarten students have taken to calling me Nora Mori SonSaeNim, which means "yellow haired teacher." Its precious to me that they consider my seemingly brown hair as yellow, or that they remind me daily that I have blue eyes, or that they take time to simply rub the hair on my arms. They love for me to teach them new songs to sing, and we are now the back-to-back reigning champions of the Speech Contest, thanks to a heartfelt rendition of Y-M-C-A. Somehow, in the midst of loneliness, frustration, and confusion, I am finding gold.
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