The countdown I’m talking about is that in exactly five months my term of appointment expires. My staff is pressuring me to stay one more year, but I’ve made up my mind that it is time for me to go. The money is great and when (if) I move down to Pyeongtaek, Uncle Sam will even pay my rent. That alone saves me around two grand a month. But. I’ll be 62 in August. The COPD diagnosis certainly reinforced the fact that I ain’t gonna live forever. So I’d best start living now, or come September anyway.
The job is a pain in the ass. The people I work with are wonderful though. Seriously, more like a pseudo family than employees. And really, during this transition from the life I’d planned on to the one I now have, they’ve given me much support and comfort. As lonely and directionless as I’ve been, I’d have been lost without the forty hours a week I’ve shared with them.
They don’t know I’ve made up my mind to leave them, so don’t say anything! I’m sure they will be disappointed but I’ve got to put me first now. Who am I kidding? I’ve always been a selfish bastard. And I’m weary of my Korea life and up for a new adventure in the Philippines. Let’s get on with it.
Anyway, that’s all I got.