Mmk Koreans are moody and other thoughts
Planned to go to Hongdae again with Myung Sun, but it's parents' day soon and since her father will be away that day they're celebrating early. So that's our plans canceled. Probably I'll go to Sinchon to take pictures of the cherry blossom trees since it'll be the last weekend the flowers will be on them.
Frustrated with the lack of time and space to do much physical activity, I'm going to go all the way to Incheon Grand Park to rent a bike and ride around. Its almost as if I've forgotten what its like to really use my muscles.
Sometimes, I have some really great days here and it makes me sad to think that I'll be leaving soon. But then I remember what a struggle it is cooking decent food for myself, living in a window-less box, trying to get myself to exercise in said window-less box, how it takes at least a half hour to get anywhere that I want to go, how much I dislike certain aspects of being a teacher, trying to get lesson information out of Lina when she's having a less-than-amazing day.
There's a lot going on in Korea, it's a very exciting place to live. But I actually do a lot less. Even when I'm jobless and living at home, I have so much more access to things I enjoy. I have a feeling I'm going to need to remind myself of that once I get home. My feelings about home have been evolving over the last month, and I know it won't be all roses. Just the other week my dad showed me my room on webcam; strangely enough I hadn't thought about my room at all, but at suddenly seeing it, I nearly panicked. You do forget lots of things about home when you've been away for this long. Seeing my bedroom, my very personal space that I've basically lived my life in, just flooded me. It's not nostalgic, its a sudden blast of a psychological reaction. I don't know how else to describe it, but it was my first taste of real reverse-culture shock. I wasn't like that when I left Germany. Well, it was but only for a brief five minute panic attack when I stepped into my room again for the first time, and it had been building and building in the car ride home, which had been so surreal it felt like I was tripping on something. But it was kind of mild; noticeable, but mild. I don't know how I'll react this time around, but I'm hoping my jaunt through Europe will help ease the transition.