Today I mourn the end of an era. Not in South Korea, although an ending is coming soon (I am coming back for a second year and should write about all that is happening, but that is for another post) when my job in Dadaepo, Busan, finishes and my school puts another nail in its coffin by turning the sole remaining foreign teacher position into a part-time role. This leaves the school with three Korean-English teachers, a PT’er and a new director who may or may not teach, while moving between two branches. Unfortunately, it also leaves me out.
Thankfully, even a tough English teacher job market in Busan gives me an opportunity to get another one pretty quickly, which I did. I will return in early March, in Gimhae, one city away, but at least I will be close (and, hopefully, on the Busan-Gimhae Lightrail). Also, employed.