I can't think of a good title for this post. I was going to call it "dragging my feet", but then I wanted to call it "forced out" and put up a picture from on of those action movies where the heroes are on a thin ledge and the wall they're up against is actually moving towards them, pushing them closer to the edge to force them over.
Well, I couldn't find that picture, so...we'll go with the title I picked...which describes how, in 2009, I was pulled out of Seattle to live in Korea. Now, the well is drying up here and I'm being pushed out of Korea. I want to stay...but then, I'd also wanted to stay in Seattle.
Out of formality, I keep looking to see if I might find employment here. But I keep feeling that wall pushing against me. If I resist the wall, then it seems dire. But if I go with it, I see possibilities.
