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what to expect when you’re expecting… to move to Korea… Part 1

Hey there, Reader. This is a post I’ve meant to write for the last two years… Literally. When I arrived in Korea, I meant to spell out exactly how I got here, the headaches that ensued as I prepared, and also tell exactly what kinds of things might be smart to pack and what’s not so much worth the space/baggage weight. Well, I never did… Obviously. So, if you’re a regular reader, you probably won’t find this too interesting. I definitely intend to give people out there looking for information a decent gloss-over so they have a good idea of what to expect. I didn’t find exactly what I was looking for online when I was preparing to come over here, so it seems appropriate that I should share my wealth of knowledge with others who are making the jump across the pond (whichever pond that may be…).

To make this very long story easier to digest, I’ve decided to post it in pieces. Hence the “Part 1” in the title. You’re welcome.

And so, dear regular Reader, I feel I should tell you that while you may not gain any valuable knowledge for yourself, you can rest assured that I will write in my normal, slightly annoying, sarcastic, story-telling tone. There might just be something entertaining here for you after all…


I decided to come to Korea sometime between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, 2011. At the time, I was living in Portland, Oregon and working at a company that had moved me there from Denver, Colorado. When I took the job nine months before, I loved it. Six months after starting, though – once they had shipped me off to Oregon – it was clear that things weren’t as they had been promised and I felt like I was drowning. I’ve struggled with depression on and off for more than ten years and I can honestly say, that time in Portland was filled with some of my darkest and most challenging moments.

I didn’t really know what to do because I definitely didn’t want to stay in Portland, so I wasn’t keen on looking for a new job there. I wanted to move, but to where? I have a sort of unspoken rule that I should never return to a place that I left, so going back to Denver didn’t seem like a good choice. (Not to mention I would have felt like a complete failure going back to where I had just left. But on the plus side, going back would have returned me to the world of bountiful breakfast burritos, which I sincerely missed…)

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