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So, Kim Jong Il called (okay, not really).

But we are in.

The official word is that I am going to the Democratic Peoples' Republic of Korea for three months to teach English to adults. Two of my good friends are also coming.

Departure is mid-April. Internet access (the other key piece of information) is unknown.

This may affect my blogging routine. Although I would love to keep writing from there. Is this possible? I don't even know.

There is a lot I don't know.

What I do know is that, as crazy as these last two months have been, I feel like I am right where I'm supposed to be, doing things that make no sense on one level, and yet seem perfectly obvious on another.

It is a good place to be - mildly frightening and yet, not actually.


Mindy said…
Hurray for adventures! I'm excited for you, Beth :)
Amelia said…
afro-chick said…
this is exciting and scary at the same time. hah! and i'm not even going.
Aimee said…
Ogoshogoshogoshogosh!!! Can't wait to hear more! YAY Beth!!!
Jess said…
that's so exciting!! I'm surprised you're able to be so open about it online. Aren't there some security issues with that?
Beth said…
jess - it's straight up teaching. we're invited in by the government, so there's no nothing to hide from them. :)

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