Movin' On Up
(I will write this blogging soon, but real quick I want to give an update from two blogs ago - the one about the alphabet. I just read the word "hangul" on the opening blogger page (that means "Korean.") I clicked on the box and found an option for English! I have been surrounded by nothing but Korean characters for the last seven months on blogger and I finally figured out how to put the site in my native tongue! I am so literate!)
I moved last Wednesday. I didn't move far, but the move has created a few problems. First off, I have had no internet until yesterday afternoon. Living on this side of the world, I rely on the internet to stay in contact with friends, family and information. Without it, I have felt a bit lost. It was great to get it up and running yesterday.
The apartment I moved to is just across the hall from my last apartment, but it is a much better living space. Before me, a married couple lived here, so it is obviously much bigger than the solo spot I had been inhabiting. The view is another reason I moved. In my last place, I could look out across an alley and see a rooftop or look down and see a trash pile. Neither were that appealing. Now, I have a view of the 63 Building, the tallest building in Korea and, because I live on the corner of the top floor, I can see it out of two windows instead of the standard one window each apartment in this building has. I can see for miles and feel like I am a little closer to the heart and the soul of the city. Now for the big kicker: I have a queen-sized bed. I am not what people refer to as a small man. I fit real well in a twin-sized bed up until about the age of eight. Sleeping in such a small bed for the last nine months has been a real pain in the ass.
The new place still has a lot of work. Some major shopping is in order this weekend to get this place equipped to deal with the hardcore bachelor life I hope to be living in it, but for now, it is a pleasant change. I am slowly turning it into my new home. I plan to stay in it until I move out of Korea next spring, so it seems well worth a little effort to make it my own.
It was ironic that I was moving last week, because for the last five years I have moved at generally the same time. Only instead of across the hall, I have moved across the country up to Wisconsin. There's a little plot of land up there that I love, and I have been experiencing some withdrawl lately knowing that good friends are congregating there. I know I shall return, but as I walk through the smog-filled, shit-smelling, hustling and bustling foreign streets of Seoul, I sometimes I wish I could be whisked away to the Lake in Wisconsin where life is pretty close to perfect.
For now, this is my home though. I had a weird moment the other day that helped me realize just how much it is my home. I was talking with friends about the whole situation with Mr. Kim Jong-Il and the North. As we were discussing I made the statement that ,"If they attacked us they would only be hurting themselves. They would have nothing to gain from attacking us." I paused for a moment and realized that I was including myself with the South Koreans. I was referring to the whole country and me as "us." There was no real thought process about doing it until it was done, and then it kind of freaked me out. But I guess there's no way around it: I'm a South Korean. My nine-month, halfway point came and went last weekend and I celebrated like any real Korean would. I drank a shitload of soju and made an ass out of myself.
Making both of my countries proud...
Much Love from Seoul
I moved last Wednesday. I didn't move far, but the move has created a few problems. First off, I have had no internet until yesterday afternoon. Living on this side of the world, I rely on the internet to stay in contact with friends, family and information. Without it, I have felt a bit lost. It was great to get it up and running yesterday.
The apartment I moved to is just across the hall from my last apartment, but it is a much better living space. Before me, a married couple lived here, so it is obviously much bigger than the solo spot I had been inhabiting. The view is another reason I moved. In my last place, I could look out across an alley and see a rooftop or look down and see a trash pile. Neither were that appealing. Now, I have a view of the 63 Building, the tallest building in Korea and, because I live on the corner of the top floor, I can see it out of two windows instead of the standard one window each apartment in this building has. I can see for miles and feel like I am a little closer to the heart and the soul of the city. Now for the big kicker: I have a queen-sized bed. I am not what people refer to as a small man. I fit real well in a twin-sized bed up until about the age of eight. Sleeping in such a small bed for the last nine months has been a real pain in the ass.
The new place still has a lot of work. Some major shopping is in order this weekend to get this place equipped to deal with the hardcore bachelor life I hope to be living in it, but for now, it is a pleasant change. I am slowly turning it into my new home. I plan to stay in it until I move out of Korea next spring, so it seems well worth a little effort to make it my own.
It was ironic that I was moving last week, because for the last five years I have moved at generally the same time. Only instead of across the hall, I have moved across the country up to Wisconsin. There's a little plot of land up there that I love, and I have been experiencing some withdrawl lately knowing that good friends are congregating there. I know I shall return, but as I walk through the smog-filled, shit-smelling, hustling and bustling foreign streets of Seoul, I sometimes I wish I could be whisked away to the Lake in Wisconsin where life is pretty close to perfect.
For now, this is my home though. I had a weird moment the other day that helped me realize just how much it is my home. I was talking with friends about the whole situation with Mr. Kim Jong-Il and the North. As we were discussing I made the statement that ,"If they attacked us they would only be hurting themselves. They would have nothing to gain from attacking us." I paused for a moment and realized that I was including myself with the South Koreans. I was referring to the whole country and me as "us." There was no real thought process about doing it until it was done, and then it kind of freaked me out. But I guess there's no way around it: I'm a South Korean. My nine-month, halfway point came and went last weekend and I celebrated like any real Korean would. I drank a shitload of soju and made an ass out of myself.
Making both of my countries proud...
Much Love from Seoul
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