my cute class.

I am a kindergarten teacher. But even more surprisingly, I am a kindergarten teacher and I enjoy it. The transition from giving lectures to some of China's top university students during the first half of the year to working with six-year-olds wasn't easy. I have always preferred teaching older students to those that are younger... no whining, no time-out corner, and no pleading with them to learn. However, I can now honestly say that I look forward to seeing my thirteen Korean kids each day. I love their curiosity, the sound of their voices as we sing in the morning, the excitement that fills the room during craft time, the impossible to answer questions they often ask, and watching them learn new things. It also helps that they are brilliant students who speak near perfect English. I must be proof that people change.

A few photos of the kids I have grown to love:


dressed up for halloween.


cute girls.


hannah and the grasshopper she found at sky garden.


playing in the snow!


drinking hot chocolate, listening to christmas music, and making homemade cards!


singing christmas carols.

"Teaching is as sacred as priesthood, as innate a desire, as inescapable as the genius which compels a great artist. If he has not the concern for humanity, the love of living creatures, the vision of the priest and the artist, he must not teach."
- Pearl Buck

holiday in hong kong.

Travel. Travel. Travel. Will it ever get old? Last week I boarded a plane bound for Hong Kong and set off to explore yet another city in the world. Although I have lived in China for over 1 1/2 years in total, I never made it to Hong Kong while I was on the mainland and have always been eager to check it out. It was so fun to walk down busy streets full of diverse people, roam through crowded shopping districts, eat delicious Cantonese food, spend time with wonderful friends, see the illuminated skyline at night, and just hang out in one of the most international and exciting cities in the world. I think I can now leave Asia without regrets of places left unseen.

A few photos from the trip:


drinking bubble tea with rob and eva. love it!


crowded streets.


cantonese women on a bicycle built for two.


lan kwai fong. the place to party in hong kong!


senada square in macau.


eating dimsum!


so many high end stores.


the skyline from on top of the peak!

"The plane a symbol of worldliness, carrying within itself a trace of all the lands it has crossed. Its eternal mobility offering an imaginative counterweight to feelings of stagnation and confinement." - Alain de Botton (The Art of Travel)

first train home i've got to get on it.

I've been in love with this Imogen Heap song since buying the new album a few weeks ago. It pretty much plays on repeat. It also happens to nicely coincide with my current thoughts about travel, the future, and the idea of home.

"I want to get on with getting on with things. I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, love someone. and I can't do any of that here, can I?"

home on the other side.

A new job and another new apartment. This is where I now eat, sleep, read, watch TV, send emails, etc. My own little 9' x 10' home on the other side of the world.

Views from every angle:







"I long, as every human being does, to be at home wherever I find myself."
-Maya Angelou

island paradise.

It was so nice to get away this past weekend and to leave the chaos of the city. As much as I love living in places like Beijing or Seoul where there is constant movement and people, it's good to experience the quieter side of life every once in awhile. So this weekend Eva and I went to her beautiful hometown, Wando. We read and talked and laid in the sun and listened to music and ate tons of delicious food (so much in fact that I've declared a fruit fast for myself during the remainder of the week) and drove all over the islands. I couldn't have asked for a more relaxing or fun two days. I am thankful for these beautiful escapes into paradise with a wonderful friend.


enjoying a sunny afternoon by the ocean.


playing in the sand.


the perfect place to read and write.


another view of the islands.


sunset over the city.


driving with the windows rolled down and sufjan on the ipod. perfection.

can't steal happiness.

Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings, and once you have achieved happiness you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it. If you don't, you will leak away your innate contentment. It's easy though to pray when you're in distress but continuing to pray even when your in crisis has passed is like a sealing process, helping your soul hold tight to its good attainments.

- Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat. Pray. Love.)

NBA in seoul.

Today I watched former NBA players, coached by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, lose miserably to a Korean team. While it hurts my heart to know that any other country has the ability to beat America basketball players (no matter how old and out of shape they may be), it was a good afternoon. I love my friends, free tickets to sporting events, rowdy fans, and unexpected fun days in the city. And now I am even more excited about returning to Texas and watching my Dallas Mavericks in action.


there were actually more people at the game than appear to be in the picture. i guess most of the crowd was sitting on the other side of the court.

the weekend.

Chicken and beer in the moonlight. Marc Jacobs fashion show on repeat. Much needed haircut. Forever 21. Jazz club and friendship. Reliving high school days on the Hongdae playground. Apple cinnamon hookah. Learning about obedience. Noodles in Sinsa. Good conversation. Playing with friends in the park. New movie night. So much laughter. I am blessed.



Happiness. Only real when shared.

sunset in the park.

Last night I took a long walk through Olympic Park at sunset and just enjoyed the hot summer air as I thought about my return to the city. This has always been my favorite place in Seoul, and it still doesn't disappoint. I love coming to this park after a long day of work, running through the tree-lined paths, or just soaking up the vibrant surroundings on the patio at my favorite Coffee Bean cafe. I am happy to be in Korea again, but so much has changed... or maybe it's me. It's a strange feeling to to leave one job in Asia only to return to another country that still isn't your own. I am learning that life is full of unexpected journeys and I am anxious to see where it will take me next!

oh beijing.

The last 6 months of life have been wonderful as I moved to Beijing, settled into an apartment in the city, worked at China University of Political Science and Law, made new friends, learned more about myself, and returned to Korea. Sadly, I haven't been able to update my blog regularly because of government Internet restrictions, but all of of that has changed now that I am in Seoul. Anyway... about China. It's hard to share an entire experience in only a few short sentences, so I'll just say that it was a great adventure. I will miss my apartment building filled with old people, riding to the subway station in a little green tuk-tuk, shopping at fake markets, teaching brilliant law students, watching illegal DVDs, dancing in Sanilitun, and spending time with people I care about. I am thankful for the journey.

A few photos from Beijing:


me and g-ragland's living room.


my bedroom.


my sister at tiananmen square.


the great wall of china at simatai.


camping trip on the great wall!


eating german food with my favorite german.


the 2008 olympic bird nest.

I think I will always love China.

hosanna!

"He is not here. He has been raised, just as he said. Come and see the place where he was lying." -Matthew 28:6

the day the angels sang.

Today a woman that I deeply love and admire slipped away from this earth and went home to be with her Father. My Nana will forever be one of the greatest roles models in my life and I am so thankful for the 25 years of memories together that now flood my mind. Cancer may have taken her body, but I know without a doubt that her soul now rest with Jesus.

Nana taught me so many invaluable lessons about life and love that I will remember forever. I have never known another woman so devoted to Christ or more determined to teach her children and grandchildren about the importance of living whole-heartedly for Him. Perhaps her greatest legacy will be the example that she set for us all. Not a single visit passed that she didn't ask me about my faith or encourage me with scripture. I have felt her prayers and love for me since the moment I was old enough to understand. I can only hope to one day have the faith the she lived and breathed every day of her life. In addition, she was one of the most selfless people I have ever known. When a person was in need, she was there to help. She made people feel like the most important person in the room at any given time. She deeply understood Jesus' command to "love one another." Not only did she care about those she didn't know, but the love she shared with my grandfather transcends anything that is of this world. Their marriage, which has always been centered on Christ, serves as an example that I hope to one day be lucky enough to follow.

I already miss so many things about her. The way she sang and danced to silly hymns to make us laugh, the shopping trips we took together every summer, the thousands of collections and knick-knacks that filled her home, the smell of her silver Cadillac, her closet full of clothes and shoes, "putting on our faces" together in her bathroom, the Christmas packages I received while living far away- one present to open each day of December until Christmas, the dozens of dresses that she made my sister and I when we were just little girls, the smell of her perfume, the way she proudly introduced me to her friends at church, the way I could talk to her so openly about about boys and relationships and anything else that was on my mind, the marked-up Bible sitting next to her chair that she read in full so many times, the way we gathered around her at Christmas as she read the story of Jesus' birth, the excitement and care in her voice every time I called, the way that she loved my grandpa. I miss her so much it hurts. However, I find comfort in knowing that she is in a place where there is no suffering. I have full confidence that today she is praising Jesus in heaven. I cry now only because I miss her, but rejoice because she has returned Home.

"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him." -Psalm 62:5

paradise found.

There aren’t enough adjectives to adequately describe the beauty of Boracay Island. This laid-back stretch of beach felt like a piece of heaven, especially in comparison to the rest of our travels. We came with the intention of staying only 7 days and then traveling to other islands throughout the Philippines, but soon found it impossible to leave. So for the next 2 weeks we spent nearly every afternoon laying on white sand beaches, drinking mango smoothies in the sun, exploring the island on the back of a moped, sailing and snorkeling, and meeting other travelers from around the world. My time in the Philippines was more fun than I ever anticipated and I am so thankful to have seen this part of the world.


sunset. my favorite time of the day.


grant, nicole and i enjoying an italian dinner on the beach.


boracay's white sand beach.

Journal entry from Boracay:
“I HAVE LANDED IN PARADISE.” Boracay Island must be one of the most beautiful places on earth. After traveling through India for a few weeks it became hard to imagine that a place so laid-back and beautiful actually does exist. This morning I woke up in our quiet little hotel room surrounded by flowers and trees and went for a long walk along the beach. I had every intention of listening to music while soaking up the morning sun, but the sound of the ocean crashing along the shore was too beautiful to drown out. I love it here. This island really is one of the most serene and picturesque places I have ever traveled. Right now I am sitting at a beach side café drinking an iced latte and watching tourist pass by. From where I sit I can see palm trees stretching into the bright blue sky and clear turquoise water in the near distance. My only plan for the afternoon is to tan by the beach and drink a smoothie, and tonight I hope to go out and meet some other travelers. The living is easy. Life is good. I wish my family and friends could see this paradise with their own eyes because photos will never do it justice.


main street.


one of many amazing sand castles built along the water's edge.


this is what $22 a night will get you in the philippines.


another photo of the beautiful beach.


the view from my favorite massage parlor. $6 an hour for a full-body massage.


nicole and grant parasailing! i was too scared to go, so i became the official picture taker.

Next stop: Beijing, China...my new home!

three days in manila.

When we started traveling in January I never imagined that we would end up in the Philippines. But after enduring the food poisoning and filth of India, and then escaping through Southeast Asia, it seemed like the only logical place to spend the remainder of our vacation. It was definitely a good decision. I have been to beaches around the world but have never found islands as beautiful as those in the Philippines.

After spending 3 days in sunny Singapore we caught a flight to Manila and spent a few days touring Intramuros and the area along the bay, indulging in $7 massages, window shopping in some of the city’s most fashionable malls, and preparing for our next destination. Manila was an interesting place to explore but all of us were more than ready to relax on Boracay Island’s white sand beaches. So a few days later we boarded a 60-passenger airplane (one of the scariest rides of my life) and landed in paradise.

Photos from Manila:


intramuros. the old, walled section of the city.


view of manila bay.


the smallest plane i never hope to ride again. nicole actually screamed when the plane hit the ground upon landing.

Next stop: Boracay Island.

singapore!

It took a 45-hour train ride, 2 nights in Bangalore, and an overnight flight to Southeast Asia to escape India, but we have arrived in Singapore!

The sky is blue. The sun is shinning. Flowers and trees line the sidewalks. Arriving in Singapore was such a shock after having spent the last 3 weeks in India. There are no beggars on the streets, no dirty cows, no urine-stained sidewalks, no women dressed in sarees, and no pollution hovering over the city. Everything here is so clean and beautiful. I spent most of the afternoon today walking along Orchard Street past professional looking people and high-end retail stores such as Versace, Gucci, and Chanel. It's hard to believe that such drastically different countries even exist on the same planet. I am thankful to have traveled through parts of India and never want to forget the things I have seen, but I'm so happy to now be in Singapore. I love hearing the many languages spoken as I pass people on the subway. I love feeling the light breeze that cools the air. I love the sunshine. It's hard to really wrap my mind around my location in the world now. A few years ago I never imagined that I would have traveled so much of Asia or become so content on this side of the world. I am thankful for where life has taken me.

A few photos from Singapore:

sleepy sam's hostel near arab street where we stayed for 3 nights.


the mosque just meters away from our hostel.


chinatown!


the famous raffles hotel where we splurged for a $20 cocktail.


downtown singapore at sunset.

Next stop: The Philippines.