I never wrote a reflection about my completing one year in Korea. I suppose with my decision to extend my contract, it seemed moot. Life here no longer feels like an experiment. My first months felt like a test I had put to myself—something I needed to prove to regain self-respect. It was a challenge, not much else. I didn’t love it here for a long time. I was merely making it work and biding my time. When I stopped looking for a turning point, it just became life, in a good way. I try to take advantage of my time here, but know that ultimately whether I do X, Y, and Z won’t drastically alter my experience. Korea has not radically shifted my world view. It has not made me a better person. I’ve grown in small ways. I’m more patient, more empathetic, and more excited to travel. I realize I love children, love teaching here, and can survive without a Whole Foods. I’ve paid off all my debt. I guess I’ve seen that life will simply continue to be, no matter what I’m doing or where I’m doing it. There isn’t one big Life Changing Decision. Being open to the possibility of change is valuable. But moving to Korea or landing the Right Job or finding the Best Boyfriend won’t cause some finite version of me to crawl free from my current shell. And now that I can just let that search go, I’m able to fully embrace what I have. I’m floating in a sea of tequila-fueled nights at basement clubs, Sundays picnicking with the man I love, days spent reading favorite books, and afternoons helping students learn. And it is more than enough.