I found my diary again, it was misplaced when we shifted into this new place.
There it wrote about the wish I had last year to get a job and start working in a local company.
Fast forward to a year later, my wish was granted and I was in a company I admired and I was their first foreign employee and by the grace of God (even with my little korean language knowledge) I carried out the job.
Days turn into a month and a week, when I decided that I am still craving a creative outlet to express what has been suppressed.
I know that it's back to square one again but this time, it has to be different.
It has to be.