Lessons Learned in K-town: a reflection over the events of the past 2 years.

I have given this such a formal title and have been working on it starting 2 months before my actual departure. I want to make sure it is actually funny. Not sure I achieved that.

So ahem....
K-TOWN lessons

1. Brown and black do in fact match
2. sweeping canines and allowing them to climb into a box of hedgehogs is normal.
3. Grown men will giggle when you smile at them in a restaurant.










4. That is not a purse it is a murse. Get it right.
5. Two males riding on a motorcycle is perfectly acceptable.
6. There is no such thing as personal space, silly you.
7. High water pants are stylish. Hyun bin approves and if he does...
well it must be true..

8. That drunk man WILL sit next to you and leer at you on the subway. Don't presume differently.
9. Fast food signs are glorious.
10. "Small face" is a compliment "big face" is a put down.
11. There is literally a coffee shop on EVERY CORNER, sometimes 2.
12. Stop playing hide-in-seek with that trash can. It WILL WIN.
13. The Apocalypse is happening every Saturday...or someone is selling oranges.
14. Korea is the best. Japan is not.
15. You will always look better when you are thinner.
16. Everyday you do in fact look tired.
17. Subway doors may catch you. be careful. (that goes for you Izette.)
18. Even if there is room around you, that old woman still reserves the right to hit you. sorry.


19. Bra + top does equal "Bratop." Thanks uniclo clothing

20. Psy is the BEST PERFORMER IN THE WORLD. don't doubt it....
21. The answer to "Thank you." is NOT  "You're welcome" it is "YES."
22. Jeonpo station has 132 stairs.
23. Despite thinking differently their is only one answer to "How are you?" and it happens to be "Fine thanks and you."
24. Everyday I am shuffling. 
25. If you are stuck in your bathroom and know how to say "help me" in Korean (TWAJuesayo) you will be forever known to your school administrator as "TWAJUSEAYO."


AND that's all She wrote...for now. unless I think of some more.

Ktown sisters.

This is a post about my Ktown Sisters. Meet Hwa Jung and So Young. They are both beautiful  intelligent, sassy Korean women who I spent the previous year working alongside. Not English teachers mind you. Ethics and Math are what they teach the kiddies.

Recently I found myself once again staring across a coffee table listening to my two Unnies(sister in korea) tell a story in Korean. I don't understand a whole lot but I didn't mind. There is something wonderful about sitting there, hearing them laugh and catch up.

And while I sat there I thought back on the previous years Shinangians. Yes that is what I called it.
So Young, is notoriously sassy. Whenever lunch time would begin everyone was leaning in to hear her words. Hwa Jung was the counter balance. And together they decided to adopt me.

Our conversations would take strange patterns. For example:

So Young feigns a whisper: Hwa Jung is Miss Korea.
'Who the heck is 'Miss Korea?' I wonder but play along: Oh?
So Young: Very skinny. VERY skinny. (So Young gestures to all of her friend. drawing a straight line up and down...Thank you Vanna very flattering)
 ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. yes. (I nod vehemently)
So Young: But she never wear dress.
(This is curious information indeed): Why not?
So Young leans towards me and whispers intensely: DRAGON TATTOO
Still clueless.: She has one?
So Young motions across her throat with a pretend knife: Gangsta Gangsta.
I narrow my eyes and size up the potential danger: Oh....Hwa Jung are you a gangsta?
Hwa Jung comes far too close and grabs my arm: Follow me.
I stretch back on my heels and arch an eyebrow: where?
Hwa Jung laughs darkly: To the bathroom....
I  let my head wobble my answer: errr...No....thank you.



So Young has done more for me than many in Korea. Her kindness and willingness to help me has made it easier to be so far from home.  She invited me with no questions into her friends, told me schedule changes, and found me rides to work events. So Young is NOT fluent. but as she has told me before gestures can fill in the gasps...and of course an English-korean dictionary.

So Young told me over dinner that "We are not friends, we are family."
My lovely sister is getting married on Sunday. What a wonderful way to spend my last weekend in K-town. She has made me promise to tell her when my "mister Big (she is obsessed with Sex and the City)" comes along. She is determined to see me off and wedded. To the right man of course.

Many times my "sister" has explained that she will only allow such a thing once she has examined him thoroughly.  So Young  expressed this idea by placing a cup on a counter and searching it's surface for imperfections.  I tell you....poor guy. He might have a hard time earning her approval, and that's ok by me.

solid...merrh loch-ness monster.

If you a doctor and you see the loch ness monster you are CRAZY. Apparently. Even though you have a degree and years of study to make your sighting reputable, the instant "I saw a dinosaur carrying a sheep across the road," comes out of your mouth you are a wack-a moley-job.(and by this I mean insane)

Why am I talking about Lochness monsters? Other than the fact I am a believer in Nessie-pooh, I was reminded of something a friend said to me recently.

But lets go back to the idea of being "solid."  (it's in the title! read it) dictionary.com says "Solid" means: "reliable or sensible; upstanding"

Korea is transitional. It can be a prefect place to run away, or hide. To be whoever you want to be, or to find out that you were in fact confused on who that person was to begin with. You change, you change friends, you change and you change friends again. Every week it seems like someone is boarding a plane, getting on a boat, or jumping ship.

Then are the phone calls, the emails from home, the facebook statues, and the blog updates. All shouting the same thing to you: SOMETHING HAPPENED without you. Whatever it was, something bad, or good or just plain different has happened WITHOUT you. THE POINT IS You weren't there. The experience is not a shared one.

Living away does something, making being "solid" impossible. There are times when I feel I am in a bowl of moving jelly, and not the tasty kind. Where emotions move like waves and I'm literally that girl who cannot decide if she's happy or sad.  Glad that I'm here or disappointed that I missed something at home.

So what does this have to do with loch-ness? My friend said, "no one's 'solid' we're all grasping with claws saying 'merrrrhhhh(HELP ME!)'" (and then she gestured like she was a soupy version of a swimming dinosaur)

And you know what? That's me. I am a soupy loch ness monster. Korea's a struggle and the "me" here is not the normal "me." I haven't done everything I could normally do but I've done what I can. And you what? THAT IS OK. Sometimes you can't be everything, you can't go everywhere, and you can't please everyone.
and that's okay too! Being 'Solid' sounds good, but sometimes you realize that you're broken and that you're mushy. yeah. mushy. And you need time.

Wow. This post has gotten entirely away from me. A product of letting my mind run straight through my fingertips and onto the keyboard.
MERRRH

Realization!

I always have these deep thoughts but when it comes time to write them down, I draw a complete blank. It's like someone has pushed the pause button on my brain and I can't un-press it. a rather unfortunate condition.

I have recently felt validated tho. One of the many people I normally come in contact with has praised me for the first time ever. I feel like a champion and that the whole world should stop to hear her words! That's right STOP spinning world! just stop. I'm about to quote.

"I've realized how happy I was to work with you."

Now for get the condescending and slightly offensive use of "realize" and take that in for a moment. That is nearly a prefect compliment.

After having my apartment compared to a dog kennel, this makes me feel much better. (I mean seriously Dog kennel? what does that make me?) woof. (as long as I am this dog...)



When I reach the states their will inevitably be an outpouring of stories and events that I had forgotten about, and remembered. be ready for a crap storm of emotion.