This man and I moved to South Korea on February 23rd (photo of the beau taken by grantbeecherphoto). This has been Korean life so far: scary but delicious delicacies, after midnight street food, amazing cooks missing fingers, sweet strangers, drunk men at playgrounds, and lots of walking around that leads to my beau saying, “stand over there,” to take my picture.
We’ve been pretty busy acclimating ourselves to Korean life. It’s different here.
I knew the apartment would be small but not dorm room small.
I call the bathroom a “shoilet” because my shower is open to the toilet.
The floors are heated, so that’s nice. Really.
My clothes don’t fit in the closet space provided, so I’ve taken over the
and bought fabric covered cardboard boxes to ‘inconspicuously’ store my clothes.
The washers are super efficient,
but did you know dryers don’t exist here? Only drying racks.
They are energy efficient and trying to save the planet in Korea,
so good luck throwing away your trash.
They don’t do trash here.
My bed is as hard as a rock. I hear they like it that way.
Don’t ever go into a restaurant craving anything.
I can’t get exactly what I want to eat,
but I do get something that I never thought I would like.
And I do like it. A lot.
The women, in general, don’t like me. These are their reasons:
I look Korean but I’m not
and I’m holding a foreigner’s hand (my beau)
and Koreans should only be with Koreans
and why don’t I speak Korean, I mean I look Korean,
but for the millionth time I’m NOT.
…but they think I am.
The internet is worlds faster.
Who knew I had to move to the other side of the world to figure that one out?
So that’s nice too.
Oh, and I’m a school teacher here.
My children are six years old.
And I love that part of being here.