Life in Korea

Surprise, Surprise, It’s Vacation Time

A week, a week of no plans in a new city where I can barely speak the language. Any normal adventurous person would think this is great. They would take this new environment by storm and explore. Am I an explorer? Nope. Adventurous? I wouldn’t consider myself one, no. Am I an anti-social homebody? Yes, yes, I’d say that is close to accurate. So, where did that leave me?

On my first day, I did try to go outside and look around. That morning I had to go get a medical check done and the whole time I kept telling myself that when I got home, I would go to the store and buy some food. I didn’t make it to Emart like I thought I was, but the Lotte Department store was the first thing I saw. For some reason, the grocery part is in the basement and I have no idea how I remembered that from when I went to the grocery store three years ago. I can’t even tell you the name of the store I went to. I didn’t have a lot of money on me, so I ended up only buying four eggs, a bag of soybeans, a small bottle of kimchi, two small packets of yellow pickled radish, a liter of water, three containers of already made rice, and a bottle of olive oil. I would have bought a bag of uncooked rice, but my apartment doesn’t have a rice cooker. Before that day, I didn’t know that you could buy cooked rice. All of it came out to be about $25, bag included. In Korea, if you want a bag to put your groceries in, you have to pay for it. The bags are usually the ones you put your trash in, so it worked out in the end for me. With all of my sad groceries in one bag, I walked back home praying to God that the bag wouldn’t break from the weight.

That walk back to my apartment was awful. Not because it was a long trip or the bag was too heavy, it’s the humidity. I am not a person who sweats very easily nor do I like sweating. I would do anything to prevent myself from sweating. Here, it’s inevitable. The weather here is like Houston. Hot and humid. The moment you walk outside your door, you are sweating. Heck, you can feel the humidity in your room if you don’t have the air conditioning on. I hate it with a passion. Being here has made me appreciate the dry heat in the DFW area. Seeing the temperature here baffles me as well. Last week, there was a day where the temperature was 83 degrees Fahrenheit. The sun had already set, but when I looked at the real feel, it said 12o degrees. I laughed out loud, but cried and died on the inside. This was something that I have never experienced before. I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. The only time it is truly cool here, is after it rains and it has been raining almost every day now.

My vacation, overall, wasn’t too bad. In the next couple of posts I will talk about my struggle to figure out my address and the trash system, meeting old friends, learning the art of McDelivery, going to the movies and my Netflix downfall. Thank you for reading what basically turned into a choppy rant! Until next time!



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