I finally sent the email this morning when I woke up. Exhaustion set in.
In addition, I realized that I really don't want to live in Seoul, but that appears to be what I have decided to commit to.
When I told my co-teacher at school, she was sad...I started crying.
The first few minutes of my first class...I tried not to cry and for the most part succeeded.
I told 1-5 teacher that I was going to move...almost started crying again.
Walked from school to my tutoring lessons...crying but trying to hold it back. This was amazingly emphasized by the fact that I had more kids say hi to me than EVER before on my walk to my Korean lesson.
I got to my Korean lesson. Pulled myself together. My tutor asked me what was wrong...I started bawling. Guess that's what I get for holding in weeks worth of frustration and sadness about this damned moving decision.
My tutor being as amazing as she is, she didn't once suggest studying but just sat there and talked to me. She brought up the Buddhist quote that says, "When we meet someone, we are destined to leave them." She then said that we should get out of there and go for dinner. So we did. We went to have Kal Guk Su. I felt better.
I did, however, refuse to go to my jazz dance class.
So, I just went to my guitar lesson instead.
By the end of the day, I was physically and emotionally drained.
Tomorrow is another day.
Peace out.
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