Part Dos in South Korea?!

'Tis the season!

Jingle Bells.

And all that jazz...

Which means, I haven't gotten done nearly as much as I would have liked.

I've applied to two jobs since I've been home and have been reaching out to my contacts. And perhaps, incidentally, I might have landed another teaching job -- this time in South Korea. I was browsing online job postings on Seattle's craigslist when I happened upon an ad for teaching positions. I sent an e-mail laden with questions and received a response within minutes. Without necessarily intending to, this whole pursuit is being propelled forward at break-neck speed.

And you know what? At this point in my life, I can go abroad again. If I'm gone for a year, I'll be just 23 1/2 when I get back. Man, I'm young. I don't feel that young! I'm fortunate enough to have done my fair share of traveling throughout my short life.

I've been to Africa. The Middle East. South America. Europe. But .. the area I haven't been to is Asia. Well, I might just have my chance.

How would I feel about leaving home so soon after getting back?

Alright.

Home is wonderful. Home will always be here for me. Somehow whenever I'm home, I always feel like there is something out there waiting for me in the world and that I'm not going to find it at home. It might be because I'm sitting idle here until I find a job. (And by idle -- I don't mean on my butt -- but literally that I don't have a job).

So, part dos (two) of Bakan might just be recounting tales and adventures from the far side of the world. Are you game?

I am.

en route

Part dos (two) of Bakan is really an experiment more than anything.

I'm back from Chile, nestled safely into the comforting cocoon of love amongst family and friends. And I'm now in transit...

...to the next big thing.

Your guess is as good as mine.

I've applied to several jobs; some that I'm actually excited about.

My real true passion is facilitating abroad experiences for other people. My time abroad has proffered some of the most fundamental turning points in my life and I would live a happy one allowing other people to take part in something so grand. I've applied to a two relevant jobs and am now eagerly waiting to hear.

But you know one of the worst parts about a job search?

You aren't even told if you aren't worthy of an interview. Instead your application is lost to a shredder's greedy jaws; leaving you to forever wonder if your application was even received.

Que mala onda (How uncool).

So here you have it.

Welcome to my job search.

I don't know if you will read. I don't know if you will care. But for all those of you who shared in my Chilean experience last year, I thank you for reading. And being interested enough to read.

This is part dos (two).