So yesterday I spent £90. On shoes. Which is actually amazingly cheap considering how much good shoes cost nowadays. Thank you pre summer offers and staff discount :)
Anyway, the bank balance of my ‘Korea’ account keeps getting lower and lower and it’s starting to freak me out. Then I remember that all I need to buy is the biggest box of PG Tips I can find and toiletries and I’m pretty much packed, apart from the actual packing part that it…hmm.
I get paid next Friday and should have a lot of overtime and bonus that I can put into the account so it should go up to something like £1600 instead of the measly £900 it’s resting at now. I just keep panicking that I’ve been working for 10 months and I’ve only managed to save a grand and a half. What am I spending my wages on?!?
I need about £600 max for a flight by the looks of the ones I’ve been tracking on skyscanner. Say £100 for visa and day out in London. Another £100 for hotel in London and dinner etc the night before I fly, and around £600 for my first month in Korea, so I’m actually above target seeing as I still have two paychecks before I leave.
Then I think, why are you worrying about this kinda stuff, they could still reject you, you don’t even have a contract yet, stop stressing out over money!
8:00 pm • 31 May 2012
People are beginning to hear back from EPIK, or maybe it’s just that one guy on facebook.
Either way, every time I see that I have a new email I feel sick. It could happen any day now, it could happen in a month.
As soon as I read that I officially have a contract and have been placed, that’s when it will become really real.
So hurry up already EPIK!
7:26 pm • 30 May 2012 • 3 notes
Something non Korea related…kind of.
This post is going to be about weight. As much as I adore the idea of everything to do with Korea, there are always going to be things that you don’t like about a place. For me, at the minute anyway, I feel like that is going to be the issues Korea has with body image and weight.
I hate it when overweight women say that they’re curvy, or a real woman, does that mean a size 2 woman isn’t real just because she’s thin?. Even more than that I hate it when they use the example of Marilyn Monroe and saying that she was a size 16. Sizes back then were completely different to how they are now, and she was probably more like a size UK 10 in our system than the size UK 16 women you see wondering around. Most of the time you’re not curvy you are fat, and I hate it when people around the bush about that. If you want to lose weight then don’t eat as much and move more. It’s as simple as that. I’ve been a size 16 and I can certainly say that I didn’t feel curvy, I felt fat. I don’t mean to offend anyone, it’s just my opinion on it all.
I’ve always had issues with weight. I control my food like a freak, I’m on a different fad diet every other week. I read the back of food packets religiously. So generally I eat well, that doesn’t mean that I don’t gorge myself on percy pig sweets every other day, but most of the time I eat the good stuff. During my 20-21 years I ballooned, I put on about 2 stone and I completely hated myself. It was my last year at uni, I was living at home, I hated the life I had and just wanted to be at the stage where I am now. Anyway, I went from being a healthy size 12 to a fat size 16 (UK sizes btw). Standing in Dorothy Perkins changing rooms wearing the only jeans I could find to fit me, a size 16 bootcut, made me feel like my life just wasn’t worth living anymore. Which is completely ridiculous, because a size 16 isn’t horrendous, it’s just so different to how I usually was. After I finished uni and went travelling around Europe I lost just over a stone. Just by walking so much I suppose. Then I started working again, and now I’m back to how I used to be, a nice size 10 to 12. I could do with losing a couple of inches on my thighs and tummy still, and my arms are all flabby, but I’m fussy and to everyone else I look fine.
Today I think I look good, I feel thin. Which brings me onto Korea. It’s hard for me after over a year of feeling physically sick everytime I looked at myself to comprehend the fact that after finally feeling good about my weight again, I’m about to move to a country where I’m going to be considered fat again. I’ll be wearing the extra large clothes and be the white foreigner routing around for a bigger size jeans.
There isn’t really a point to this post, not that there ever is with anything that I write. I suppose I’m just trying to make it clear that as good as everything is right now, moving to Korea isn’t going to make everything better. There are bad sides, and more than likely my weight over there won’t even matter, but it’s something that’s going to be on my mind a lot until I get over there.
12:47 pm • 30 May 2012 • 1 note
luvekr:
Korean Temple Lanterns and Eaves at Jogyesa.
조계사의 등과 처마
(via inlovewithsouthkorea)
10:46 pm • 29 May 2012 • 35 notes
Today I am feeling very positive about life, and Korea. This is happening. Everything is exactly how I want it to be today.
1:14 pm • 24 May 2012
So this waiting around to hear some more news about Korea is killing me. Well maybe that’s going too far. I’m not really aware of the days/weeks passing right now because Marks and Spencer is wearing me down so much that all the days are just blurring into one. I’m going into my third six day week following numerous 10pm finishes and night shifts. On the plus side I’ve been so tired that I’m not eating properly and so I’m losing a lot of weight…
Anyway. People keep trying to talk to me about Korea, and the flights, where I’m going to be living and so on. I feel kind of silly having to tell them that actually I still don’t know, and probably won’t for another three or four weeks. If I’m lucky.
The problem is that it’s so close to happening now that I’m losing all motivation for anything else. I don’t want to go to work and pretend I love my job anymore. I want to book that one way flight and just get out of here. And that’s annoying me more than the waiting is in a way, because I do genuinely love my job and the people I work with. I feel like I’m wishing the weeks away and before I know it I’ll be getting on a plane and that will be that.
It keeps hitting me that this is really happening though, days will go by and I’ll be fine with it, and then suddenly I’ll be walking down the street and bam, “Holy crap I’m moving to South Korea” comes into my mind. Sometimes I think I’m crazy, sometimes it doesn’t feel real, and sometimes I feel like this is what I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
9:49 pm • 20 May 2012 • 1 note
