As of one month in, I can't help but
to reflect on the time spent here and assess this new life that I
live. Things have become routine now as far as physical activities
go. Wake up, listen to music (often genres and bands that I took for
granted back home because they were always playing the background –
The Subdudes, Tommy Malone, Kenny Wayne Shepard, Pat Green), put on a
pot of tea, cook breakfast, play guitar, break a sweat while walking
to school, teach, eat, teach, eat, teach, eat, walk to the gym,
workout, walk home, repeat the morning's activities of music, tea,
cooking, and guitar, then lay down only to repeat them all each
subsequent day. The weekends offer reprieve from the monotonous
weekdays but the fear of stimulation beginning to fade is no concern
of mine. I still haven't even begun to dissect all of the culinary
possibilities restaurants offer, late night jogs clear my mind, and
live music offers aural pleasure in the company of others.
The companionship of other foreigners
also provides rousing opportunities of education and entertainment.
I'm still curious as to what one's reasoning could be for moving to
the other side of the globe. To leave everything and everyone behind
is no easy feat. But we all did it, so why? Was it financial
reasons? To run away from something? To delay the office job in a
cubicle after college? I know my reasoning but there must be some
common denominator between us.
It merely took one month for
communications from back home to slow to a near halt leaving me
looking at these foreigners in almost a sociological experiment kind
of way. I'm interested in continuing my education of Korean culture
but that will require perpetual efforts; with foreigners however, I
am infinitely entertained learning how different we are. Not only on
a macro scale as in the cities, states, and regions of America we
hail from but on a micro level as well (religious affiliation,
personal mantras, behavior, habits, beliefs). It's extremely fascinating to
say the least, and I'm appreciative of it. Sometimes it feels almost
a little too experimental as if setting out to discover what it is
that makes us 'human' but then I think about “Dark City,” an
absolutely brilliant noir masterpiece of epic cinematic failure, and I'm OK with
it (this move was "Inception" before "Inception" was "Inception"). Where the movie failed though, I will try to make sense of it
all. Maybe my two month anniversary post will reveal some answers.
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