I was already two drinks in when I broke the news to my girlfriends.
“I’m moving to Korea!” I blurted out.
Looks of shock and confusion filled my friends’ faces. Then came the questions.
“When are you leaving?”
“How long will you be gone?”
“What the hell are you going to do there?”
I took a deep breath. “Next month; Korea pays the most money of any foreign country; one year; I’ll be teaching children English.”
My friends bursted into laughter.
“Seriously, Jen?” said my friend Rita. “You’re going to teach children? Do you even like children?”
I ordered another martini. What the hell am I getting myself into?
Seven months later, I’m happy to report that I’m doing just fine. Turns out, I actually like children. (And they like me too!)
I take my camera to work so I can post class photos on Facebook. Colorful construction paper cards hang on my walls. I’m constantly telling stories about the funny things my kids say and do.
“Jen, I feel like I don’t even know you anymore!” joked my friend April during a gchat conversation.
“Girl, I feel like I don’t even know myself!” I joked back.
Then she asked if my biological clock was ticking.
“Hell no!” I typed in bold letters.
“Now there’s the Jen Stevens I know and love, LOL! So, any guys you wanna tell me about?”