Working all day, visiting friends everyday, and sightseeing on the weekends has left me with very little downtime. I have not had a chance to sit down and realize how much time has truly passed since I arrived here. Today it has been exactly one month since I packed my life away, said goodbye to everyone I have ever known, hopped on a bus, took the longest flight of my life, and arrived all the way across the world. Did I really do that? As crazy as it all sounds, it’s hard to be homesick when there is so much to keep me busy here, but I know it is inevitable. I’m still in the first stage of culture shock. Everything is new and exciting and there are frustrations at times, but I am happy to finally be where I set out to be. It still has not completely hit me that I am here, or for that matter, that I am going to be here for one year. I have these fleeting moments where my stomach starts fluttering with excitement and I say to myself, “Wow, I’m in Seoul.” This may sound weird, but I had this very vivid dream that it was time for me to go back home already and I thought it was my last night in Seoul. I woke up panicked because I did not feel ready to go home yet and there was still so much that I had left to do! It really had me confused for a while. I think that because I have never traveled anywhere for more than a few weeks, it doesn’t seem possible that I will be living here for an entire year. So far I’ve been trying to do so much during my free time because subconsciously I feel that my time is limited. I need to take a step back, relax, and realize that I have a whole year to explore everything, meet people, and absorb the culture. It’s hard to believe it’s already been a month!