That Time I Was 20 Feet Away from a Beatle

Anyone who follows me online or has met me in real life knows that I have my fangirl moments.

I spent a year and a half relentlessly stalking Diego Luna in Mexico City before he eye-fucked me and then divorced his wife.

I happily became a part of the Thirty Seconds to Mars Echelon for a few years before the band continued to warn their fans to get “parents’ permission” for things they were offering to which I realised … wait, I’m 28.


And last year, my teenage students here turned me into a Bruno Mars fangirl. (Which I can happily say is still an ongoing thing.)

But one fandom I’ve been a part of since I was about 16-17 is the Beatlemaniacs.

Yup. I’m living in the ’60s and still screaming over one of the world’s first boybands.


The Beatles was the band I consistently listened to during my hippie, tie-dye phase (yup, that actually happened) and was essentially the group that led me away from today’s mainstream pop charts and into the older rock ‘n’ roll/psychedelia I listen to today.

Last year, due to a shitty introduction to Korean life, I treated myself to a ticket to see Paul McCartney in Seoul.

As much as we all know that his voice isn’t what it once was, I didn’t – and still don’t – care. He’s a Beatle, he’s in his 70’s, and he’s still touring. That was more than enough reason for me to go. Plus this was going to be the first time he’d ever performed in Korea.

Unfortunately, before he could start any of the Asian leg of his tour, he came down with a virus in Japan and had to cancel everything.

I was kind of gutted but still relieved at news that he was slowly getting better. (Because, as much as we don’t like to talk about it, he’s … y’know … getting older and older bodies find it harder to fight that shit off.)

When the cancellation email came through, there was a message from Macca that said he promised to return at some point. I held out hope that he’d make it back over here before I left but wasn’t holding my breath.

How cynical of me.

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My Decision to Leave Korea & Move to Another Country


I debated talking about this until closer to the time but you know what? It’s on my mind 24/7 so I have to just let it out.

For a long while, my plans had been to renew my contract in March and stay for a 3rd year. That was what I told my friends, my family, my colleagues, my students, and anyone else who happened to ask.

I reasoned that by the end of this contract year, I’d have paid off all my credit card debt so why not stay for a 3rd year and get a nice amount of savings?

There was no reason to leave. I mean, I’m pretty settled into my nice big apartment; I know where all my local markets and supermarkets are, how to send presents home, how to connect my Korean and British bank accounts; I have a ton of school holidays and am paid a nice amount every month.

I’ve got a good thing going here.

So why have I spent the last 12 months obsessively checking ESL job listing sites?

I reasoned that it was just interesting to see what was out there for when I leave Korea. It was curiosity.

But then I began to apply for some, just to see what would happen.

I even interviewed for a few.

And, all the while, I told myself that I already had the better deal here. Nothing was ever going to come from them.

It was all just a cute game.

And then I was offered a job.

Something big. Something different. Something exciting.

In a city.

A city that had everything I’d been missing … like live music, theatre, subways, zumba classes, multiculturalism, REAL vegetarian food … just crazy hectic city life that I crave and long for.

And the job?

Teaching. But not ESL.

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4 TV Shows & Films That Made Me Comfortable About My Sexuality While Growing Up (And 1 That Should Have But Didn’t)


Three years ago, after a trip to the LGBT Museum in San Francisco, I made the decision to publicly come out to my friends, family, and whoever else should stumble upon this blog. It wasn’t a huge surprise to those close to me; It’s not as though I’d ever hidden it. I had just never taken the opportunity to talk about it so openly.

My sexuality was always something that was just a natural part of me. It was as natural as my having two arms. Or green eyes. It was something I was born with and I didn’t feel the need to scream about it.

But after coming out, I realised how important that declaration is. After hitting the ‘publish’ button on this blog, I sat in fear over what the reaction of those around me would be. I knew most of my loved ones were open-minded but a part of me was still terrified that they’d react in a horrible way.

They didn’t.

Coming out is a huge part of someone’s life. We’re about to cross into a world where we’re more comfortable and upfront about who we really are. And we’re also about to discover who will join us and who will reject us.

I was lucky in that I was surrounded by good people. Not everyone’s that fortunate.

Every day, people are cast out of their homes after coming out. They’re beaten and abandoned and left to face the world alone. A friend of mine recently told me that he’d been considering coming out to his parents even though he knew it meant he’d never see them again. He just can’t stand that he has to keep lying to them about who he really is.

The best thing we can do is let those people who are rejected from their families, their homes, and their communities know that we’re here for them when others aren’t. Everyone deserves love.

And that’s why, as last Sunday was National Coming Out Day, I wanted to do a little personal and fun post to celebrate it.

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18 months in Korea … The Highs & The Lows


A week ago, I hit my 18 month milestone of living and working in South Korea. This is officially the longest I’ve ever lived abroad and it kind of blows my mind.

I look back on my 17 months in Mexico and have hundreds of memories that seem to span such a wide space of time. When I think back over the last 18 months here, it’s hard to conjure up anything that doesn’t revolve around the mundane, everyday routine.

Life in Mexico was just like the city I lived in – Fast, impulsive, and wild.

Life here is exactly like my rural surroundings – Slow, relaxed, and a little dull.

But that’s okay. This is a small pocket of time in a long life full of adventures. I’m fine with slowing down for now and being a little boring. My financial responsibilities come first and foremost. Once I’ve dealt with them, I can carry on to the next adventure and get back to the old recklessness.

Life has its ups and downs here but I’ll never stop being grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given.

And, like any good look-back post, I’ve gathered together some of the best and worst moments from the last 18 months.

Let’s get the bad ones out of the way first.


+ Getting THAT News

I never experienced a “honeymoon period” of life in Korea thanks to the news I received during my first few days.

Even though it was only 24 hours later that I was given the all clear and told that the hospital had royally fucked up, this affected me more than it probably should have.

It left me kind of shell-shocked and in constant fear that maybe the original results had been right all along. Even now I’m still too terrified to get a gynecologist here and go for the regular checkups us ladies need.

Stupid, right?

But it is something I’m working on trying to get over.

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Eating All the Japanglish

One of my favourite things about my trip to Japan was the amount of Japanglish – Japanese English – that kept creeping up everywhere.

Don’t get me wrong -Korea has it’s fair share of Konglish …

Best. T-shirt. EVER. #Konglish #Korea

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But what I loved about Japanglish is that it only ever seemed to crop up on menus, showcasing some of the most incredible sounding cuisine Japan had to offer.

Don't give me egg unless it has feelings.

Don’t give me egg unless it has feelings.

This just sounds so appetising, doesn't it?

This just sounds so appetising, doesn’t it?

Not so vegan anymore.

Not so vegan anymore.

And this is probably my favourite …


Short Lib. That’s a common mistake in this part of the world.

Tongue with green onion and 6 kinds of Intestines, Oh, Japan, stop! You’re making my vegetarian mouth water. It’s not Japanglish but it still made me giggle.

I’m so curious about what the 6 kinds of intestines are. Do you think they come from 6 different animals? Pig, cow, sheep, … chicken? Fish? I should have looked into it more.

And tongue? Eesh. I know I’m single but I’m not that desperate yet.


Temple & Shrine Hopping in Kyoto

What can I say about my week long holiday in Kyoto that won’t make me sound like a complete Japanophile creep?

Nothing. That’s what.

loved Japan. Everything made me smile: The architecture, the food, the people, the places, the weather, the music. I’m officially happy to be a Japanophile (I didn’t even know that was a real word) for the foreseeable future.

Or, at least, a Kyotophile.

I mean, I’m not claiming to be an expert here; I only spent a week in Kyoto. There were 2 days in Osaka tacked onto the end but, unfortunately, a huge typhoon hit so we spent our last afternoon having a quick nose around the downtown area and then grabbing some sushi and sake to enjoy in our ryokan-style hotel.


The world's coolest looking jewelry shop.

The world’s coolest looking jewelry shop.


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Tour of my Korean Apartment

I’ve been living in the same place for almost 18 months now and have been putting off doing one of these for what feels like forever.

Even though there are probably a thousand “apartment tour” videos on Youtube of teachers and expats showing off their Korean digs, I still thought it might be fun to throw my own into the mix. (Especially when I posted a shot of my apartment on Instagram last summer and everyone who had lived in Korea before seemed to freak out over the size of it.)

Unlike a lot of the studio apartments that teachers get assigned when they move here, I am actually lucky enough to live alone in a 2-bedroom place.

I love the space I have here. At first it seemed way too big for just one person. (Especially as my mind likes to play tricks on me at night. I’m serious – For the first 3 weeks here, I had to sleep with the living room lights on.) But now I’m used to it and it feels like home.

Sorry about the length of the video and sorry about the ridiculously heavy breathing and sniffing – My Asthma’s been playing up something awful this weekend.

Enjoy! (*snort*)