Breath It In

Colorful signs.
Words I don't know.
I am surrounded by beautiful Asian people.
The music of the wind as it slowly slips its way through my enlarged kitchen window that dries the clothes in which I have to lay out on various furniture objects because I don't have a dryer, or a oven at that.

Ahh..But who cares..Honeymoon stage is what they say: Excited to be on a journey...Static to be so far away from people that "know" me, familiar faces, my language, my culture, my country....

Uh oh...here comes the itch..itch..itch...I NEVER want to stop...Keep going...keep traveling..how much more can I see...can I feel?

Ahh..but the frustrations of being a middle school teacher, does open up its doors to my high stress level...These little knockers can really get my all angered up...Ha..Teacher 22 classes English with up to 40 students in each class..They say: Sung-Se-Nim..Remember Me..My name is.....then all of a sudden my brain shuts off..(Shut up...shut up..I can not allow any more information in my head...no more names that sound like a bird squaking its last breath as it falls breathlessly from a tree..hak.ne.ho..sung..weeee...waa!!!! It's all I hear...Sounds...Voices...Eyes on me...I know your talking about me...but I have no Idea what your saying...Ahh...But they do know how to say...Karen..You are Beautiful...I love you....

It is all I hear...ALL I HEAR..Walking down the hallway filled with at least 600 Korean Children screaming my name...telling me How Beautiful I am...WOW thats gotta boosts anyones confidence level to "Star" height.

My love of rice....pigs...fermented cabbage....is expanding further than I thought...

I say goodnight to you. America...As My sun fades behind my mountain backyard and your sun rises into a new day...Maybe I'll never be home..Maybe All I'll Keep doing is Keep Traveling...

But for now...I just keep breathing.