happiness is a fish, but it's slippery

I've started writing at least three posts about my first impressions (for the second time) of Korea.  I think there is just too much I could say, and so I get overwhelmed and unable to write anything coherent and meaningful.  Today I was walking home from school and I realized it doesn't really matter any longer what my first impressions were.  What matters now is that nearly two months after arriving, I'm very happy with how things are.

I'm happy that I work at a great school, with wonderful staff.
I'm happy that Korean food tastes a lot better this time around.
I'm happy that my students are at an age where I can connect with them.
I'm happy that I can walk everywhere I need to go.
I'm happy that the big city is only an hour long train ride (and $1.50) away.
I'm happy that I get to come home to my boys every night.
I'm happy that we have a lovely apartment, that is nestled among traditional Korean homes.
I'm happy that our little town doesn't have a McDonalds or a Pizza Hut.
I'm happy that I have met wonderful people in Korea.
I'm happy that I have made so much progress on my goals in these two months.
I'm happy that I have a helpful, loving and fun partner.
I'm happy that it is still autumn.
I'm happy that I have access to technology that makes it easy to feel connected with the rest of the world.
I'm happy that Barack Obama will be the next president of the United States.
I'm happy that the world has renewed hope.
I'm happy to be here, doing this, at this moment.