I have been living in Korea for about four days now and I think I am adjusting fairly well. It’s kind of weird because it doesn’t really feel like I’m in another country far away from home. It feels like I’m still in the US only… not. Hard to explain I guess but I thought I would feel a different energy, see a lot more crazy or strange customs. Don’t get me wrong there are a lot of differences, I guess I was hoping there would be more.
On my ride from the airport, I couldn’t believe the number of red illuminated crosses. I brought them up in conversation with my supervisor the following day. She said they are churches. How many f-ing churches does a city need? Now, I’m from a city littered with them but I good lord. It’s eerie to see, driving down a highway with endless rows of apartment complexes and surrounded by a field of bright red crosses. I can see what inspires the backdrop for some anime. So many people live is these complexes. I like to imagine what’s going on in every one of them. A family dinner, a husband just getting home from work, a little child punished in his room silently cursing everything alive. You know, come to think of it, I have yet to see an actual house. That’s what you get when you live in the world’s second largest city. People stacked on people… people stacks. Put that in the Urban Dictionary. “Fucking people stacks everywhere!” Can be used out of context.
I finally got my luggage yesterday. Putting on a new change of clothes was a godly experience. I had been wearing to same clothes for about three days then one of my coworkers let me borrow some of his, still nothing like having the freedom to choose what you want to wear. Showers are very interesting these days. I have a bathroom with one of those handheld showerheads, so essentially my bathroom is my shower. A very new experience for me. I’ll try and post a picture someday. The floors are heated in Korea and provide the heat for the entire apartment. It is something I have grown an affinity to instantly. I will soon dread the day my floors are no longer heated.
I am teaching six classes, each 40 min long, MWF and four classes, two 40 min and two 80 min, TTh. I’m looking forward to my first weekend. I arrived Sunday night and began teaching Monday afternoon. After a rough start, I feel a lot more confident and I think I have a better grasp on my classes…Wow! I just looked outside my window and guess what I saw? A red illuminated cross! Why red? Why everywhere? Why not stand out and use white? Blue? Why not open a breakfast place and serve pancakes, eggs and bacon instead?
Anyways, I’m excited to see Seoul this weekend. It should be a good time, I’ll keep you posted.
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Juba,(this is Jadi by the way) I had the same experience when I went overseas. It felt like I was in America, only not. So much of American culture has spread to the rest of the world it is difficult to find aspects of foreign culture that is not something we have seen before in America. Although, when I was in Malaysia I went to this strip mall out in the boonies and saw a bathroom that was culturally non american. It was just a hole in the floor. The floor was tiled and everything so I don't think it was a mistake. And there was a water pipe about shower height above the hole. I assumed it was how you clean yourself but I haven't figured out how it works. Aight Juba, have fun.
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