I wasn't quite sure how I would feel leaving the place I called home for the last year. My apartment had been the first space I had lived in that was completely mine, the people I met were as wonderful as they were often times strange and interesting, I didn't really like my job but I loved my students, and there are little things I will definitely miss about Korea. However, as I jumped in a cab heading toward the bus terminal a tingling sensation leaped into my body and a irresistible smile christened my face - back on the road!
Traveling is the best and worst part of any adventure. As they say, "It's not the destination, etc." I find that traveling can be incredibly frustrating as it is both physically and mentally exhausting. But that's bound to happen, right? That's what makes it an adventure! People tend to characterize adventure as something fun and lighthearted, and that's rarely the case. One suffers and struggles along the road and it's not a real adventure until you're lost for at least the third time. You don't usually pop into five star restaurants and sleep in five star hotels. You nap on the bus and eat what you can afford in between drags during that ten minute scheduled pit stop.
Then you see something beautiful. You see snow capped mountains, Incheon's bridge lit up by night, white beaches with only one set of footprints washing away in the sea, planet earth from orbit, and all the strange, little things in between, and it all makes sense. What you encounter along the road justifies the adverse conditions in which you travel. In this way, the road reflects our everyday existence. Uplifting moments would not seem so uplifting if there was nothing crippling to compare them to.
Everytime, no regrets. Leaving home for the chance of an adventure is always worth it. And I may be returning to the United States, I may be returning to Ohio, but there's no walking backwards along this road. You're always headed on to something new.