And I’m sure the question is “Where are you going?”
I’m going to take the chance to do all of the touristy things that I still haven’t been able to do while I’ve lived in Seoul for more than 10 months. Even better, I’ll take on the tourist perspective by having my friend Jason here. It will truly be awesome to see him but also refreshing to see through his eyes. During the week we will traverse the city then who knows what the weekend will bring?
So many thoughts crossed my mind as I left my school today, readying myself for the revelation that I wouldn’t have to be there for an entire week. First, I need to clean my place. My room gets easily dusty and clothes seem to pile up at a rapid speed. It’s so easy to live day in and day out knowing my routine without expecting too many interruptions. But now that I will have a guest, I am worried that my daily life may seem strange, maybe even primitive to some. There are many things that I have gotten used to here: not having a microwave, no bathtub, cleaning my bathroom once a week (almost), Zooey running around/biting me, clothes on the futon/floor/table, etc. But now I realize that my way of life may be, well, strange. I am in no way worried about what Jason might think, but he really is one of the few people who will have seen my place: I don’t have too many dinner parties at Chez Meg. I’ll just have to make my place immaculately spotless, as to present the facade that I am a clean person. HA.
I’ve really been having a great time in Seoul lately. I can’t decide though: is it because of the weather or is it because I know when my Korean expiration is up? Sometimes it helps to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I think that I’ve just really allowed myself to enjoy my time more. A really good friend recently left Korea to return back to Canada. He has been traveling for a long time I think, so he was ready for it. But his final days and nights really ignited the part of me that initially really wanted to be in South Korea. It also helps to be doing well as a teacher. My classes this term are more familiar, which I think comes with time. There are also the superiors that are telling me about my progress; it’s endearing to hear that this job has actually become something that I could get used to. I think my progress really had to do with last term. Even though I was initially against being in charge of seventeen elementary school students, those kids ended up being my favorites. They search for me now, looking into the classroom in awe of the much older students I teach now. “Is this your new class?” they ask. I say “Yes,” but in a way which tells them “…but I miss you guys.”
I’ve been outside more, as well. The other night, after talking to Jason on Skype about post-arrival arrangements, I watched a movie and then realized that it was almost 5 a.m. The sun was about to rise and I felt like I had restless leg syndrome. So, contradictory to everything that I stand for, I put on my Nikes and went outside. I was greeted by the rising morning sun and decided to walk around the small park that is minutes from my place. I’ve never been in (I think there’s an admission charge) but the path around the park is cushioned for joggers and walkers; I was of the latter. I had my MP3 player playing and I walked around the park, looking in at the refurbished palace that dominated the center of the field. I’ve always wondered where the runners were and well, I found them. I quickly found myself part of a small club that woke up at horribly early times to stretch the old bones. Needless, I was the only white person out walking around that park. I usually am on the outside, walking out of a cab at 5 a.m. to fall into my bed after a long night of karaoke or clubbing; it was nice to know that I could begin my day so early and nap later if I wanted to. Seriously, my life is fueled by evenings/nights of fun and excitement though sometimes punctuated by moments when I feel older and wiser. Some may call it a multiple personality disorder but I call it Life in Seoul.
More to come…