I’m not really sure what to say. I’m starting to settle in to life here in the ROK. I’ve made a few friends and I’ve gotten used to teaching. I know where to buy medicine for when I’m sick, I know how to pay my bills, I know how to buy what I want at the grocery store instead of just picking up whatever looks vaguely familiar. I can even go to a restaurant and order by myself without too much help most of the time.
I suppose I’m a bit surprised by just how ordinary and every day life is here. I don’t know that I was looking for an Indiana Jones-style adventure when I came, but I forgot that most of the time most of us are just living. The old men and women wake before dawn and begin farming or cleaning the streets of trash and debris. Children go to school everyday. Adults go to work in factories, shops and restaurants. University students drink by the river. High school students smoke in the alleys. Anyone who still lives with their parents is convinced Chungju is horrible because it’s a small town (on a Korean scale). Most of the time, most of us are consumed by the daily practice of simply living.
I find myself caught up in the day’s errands and tasks that must be completed before class. But for once I’m awake before noon. This is one of the few times I’m experiencing morning in the Land of Morning Calm. It’s only because I have a cold so severe I can barley think. My head has been pounding for two days now. My throat feels swollen. And my body is dehydrated beyond belief. Being so sick so far from home only reminds me that I’m living in a foreign country. I might be in the middle of South Korea, but life still goes on. Brother Ben will still return from his mission today whether or not I’m at Salt Lake International to greet him. The Jazz will still play a shitty season and I’ll cheer them on anyway. Supernatural is still running a sixth season even though Korean TV is repeating season five.
I suppose that’s life. It’s going to move forward with or without me.