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Don’t Call it a Comeback

30 Aug

So it’s been a while. I’ve been meaning to update for some time but alas I’ve been caught in a whirlwind of distractions- hot summer days, breezy summer nights, a move, a trip to Jeju Island, weekenders, tales of dystopian societies and three seasons of Breaking Bad(from which I’ve only now been able to break free from the death grip of addiction).   I’ve also been avoiding editing my pictures from Jeju, which at a tally of 500+ photos, is a frightfully daunting task.

I moved apartments at the beginning of August because the lease on the old place ran out (oh for shame! thiscommentdripswithsarcasm)  and so, while I am in the process of  conquering the Jeju monster, I will pay homage to sad, dank,  mold grow-op that was my former abode.

The old abode. Note the welcoming jail cell bars covering the windows. You also may note that some cretin decided to conveniently park their bicycle in the garbage pile just outside of the building. That cretin just so happens to be me. But don’t look to me for an explanation as to why because your guess is as good as mine.

An exciting look at my alleyway street.

Although the old place was subpar at best, it had a picturesque pond located just up the street from it.

Lining the pond is a stone path sprinkled with gazebos and benches for families to sit.

Apparently I’ve developed a penchant for ducks.

AND THERES A KITTY!

A sample from my bicycle’s glamor shoot??

Beautiful pond. Slightly less than mediocre building-how terrible could it really have been?

Really really, the mold situation was outta control. Not only did it likely reek havoc on my respiratory system, it destroyed  many of my possessions including my favourite leather boots, my new and only blazer, my guitar case and my solid plastic kitchen timer (not that this is a great tragedy but how on earth does dry, solid plastic collect mold?). Keep in mind that I had not previously bathed these things in water to let them air dry in my room with no windows-a testament  to how terrible the ventilation was in the room. Needless to say I m more than relieved to bid good riddance to that mold cave.

More posts to come?

xoxo

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Le Wah!

28 Feb

The old teacher moved out of my apartment this morning, which means I move in tonight riiiight? WRONG! My move has been postponed until the weekend as a moldapoloza has been discovered behind the headboard of my bed. Sigh. I suppose this means another week of being fed delicious home cooked meals and eating free Korean treats. Oh, and that picture, it’s the view from the bedroom window of their condo.

Le wah indeed!

Arrival

26 Feb

A week has passed since a sleep deprived version of myself landed in Pohang, South Korea. Though I have yet to self-actualize or speak fluent Korean ,I feel that now is an appropriate time to write about my initial impressions of my new home.

Though I boarded an airplane that took me far far away to a foreign place where I look and speak like no one, the culture shock was certainly less than anticipated. The only shock is the overwhelming kindness and generosity that I have been shown. And unlike in egocentric western culture, having a strong value system is a virtue,  so if anything I find easier to relate. (yes I am claiming to have an ironclad value system…..arrogance is totally part of the Korean value system, no?)

What I have found most jarring is how handicapped my inability to speak Korean has left me to feel. Yes of course I should have anticipated something so obvious, but I’m not one to be realistic (though my expectation to speak fluent korean upon stepping onto Korean soil would not be an example of this) .  The inability to communicate has left me feeling like an infant. Once simple tasks like taking the bus and buying groceries now require the mental dexterity of taking the LSAT. I am continually surrounded by conversations that are clearly about me but have no idea what is being said.   But I know that this is all part of the process and I need to be patient and that the frustration will dissipate with time.  My absorption of the Korean language thus far has been limited to greetings and food(duh), and if we are honest it’s mostly me awkwardly bowing and mumbling “annyeong haseyo” at one decibel.  My only condolence is the fact that my Korean vocabulary seems to amaze locals (along with the fact that I can perfectly wield a pair of chopstick -again with the arrogance- and my ability to eat anything raw or spicier than Mc Donalds)

Up until now I have been staying with my new bosses as my place is still inhabited by the old teacher. Though to say that my stay has been comfortable would be an understatement, I feel it would be inappropriate to galavant about the city at whim, so consequently have not explored the city much. However I move out on Monday(woohoo) so that should change fast.

I will try to post pictures of my new villa within the next few days.

xoxo