Saturday, February 2, 2019

Been a min. Sorry Fam.


Been a minute. Sorry fam.

Work has been crazy busy with the end of the year and all. Also, I've been learning a lot about myself lately, like past relationships and other emotional baggage that I didn't fully make peace with but now that I'm in a good place, I've had to deal with. And, while I guess I could've written blog posts about all that, complete transparency out here on the web is a little scary and vulnerable and all that so.... yup. There you have it. Just know that I am doing well, I'm staying busy, and I'm always trying to grow into a person my Savior would be proud of (but, of course, sometimes I fall short). It's a continual process but I'm feeling good these days. Also-also, I just suck at this whole blog thing, but... thank goodness for New Year's resolutions, right?!

Anyway, I’m taking an opportunity to reflect here on how I’ve changed since moving to Korea.


This actually came up a few nights ago while having drinks at a cafe near PNU. A friend and I got to talking about our experiences thus far living in South Korea. It started as commiserating over banking. Not like money and finances, but the process and “how-to” of using funds. I know I’ve commented on this before, along the lines of, “Yeah, back home it is SO EASY to just buy something online. Here, you have to jump through a million hoops and sell your first-born.”


Moving to another country is hard, but not for any obvious, tellable reasons. It’s hard in the everyday things we take for granted. Like online banking in a language you understand. Like the process of entering a 4-digit pin and confirming you’re not a robot as opposed to applying for a certificate in-person at the bank, to verify you are who you say you are, being given a password, downloading a randomized onscreen keyboard on each device you use, an initial authentication process for each device which includes confirming your mobile number to then be texted an extension to call where you then verbally confirm the authentication code you were sent so then you can finally type in the password you were assigned with your certification... πŸ˜ͺ Maybe US banks just don’t take security seriously or something. Maybe the process seemed longer because I sat on the phone with a very kind Korean-speaking friend for 3+ hours just to hit that “confirm purchase” button at the end of shopping online for something that felt rather trivial by the end of the whole process. And that’s my experience without any glitches. 아이ꡬ…


Other examples of everyday struggles that come to mind include doing laundry, trying to follow directions on packaging, oh and shopping! Wow it sure is strange not knowing any brands or preferred stores. These are all things I thought about before coming here but it’s different actually experiencing it. Shopping is a huge one. There are times when I think it would be nice to make something (food or crafts) or like when I needed a winter jacket but it’s not as easy to just do these things when you’re unfamiliar with what are considered “standard” or quality materials here. Back home I know what brands or materials to look for if I want to make pudding, or decorate a corkboard, or organize space in my apartment. I couldn’t find instant pudding mix at the stores in my area and then when I decided to try making it from scratch, well, all the baking ingredients are English terms that don’t translate well into Korean. And the baking section at my main grocery store is filled with strange things I don’t recognize. Also, sweets are kind of different here. I’m not sure how to explain it, maybe not as much processed sugar? Like, sweets here are much subtler or milder than sweets back home (like red bean and bread instead of rich creams, chocolates, and straight sugar). Similarly, when I was shopping for a jacket, I had no idea about common department stores or their quality. Those are all things you learn through culturalization. Also, brand and store quality is so subjective and dependent on a person’s income or preference, so when asking coworkers and friends I had to weigh all of that, too.


Please don’t get me wrong - I love the adventure of all of this! I really do! But after touching on this topic with my friend the other night, I realized some things. People always ask like, “How are you doing? How are things going in Korea?” but there’s not really a concise way to explain all those little, everyday things that you don’t even realize use up so much of your time and energy. Like, I think I really don’t do much here. I come home from work most days and sit in my apartment with time to just be. But then I wonder in those moments why I feel like I’m decompressing or just taking these moments to rejuvenate? I think it’s because each of these insignificant, everyday experiences of living make up culture shock. Culture shock is indeed a process, not an isolated experience. It’s compound. And it’s hard, but not in readily apparent ways.


Wow. Okay, so that was kind of a tangent, but at the same time I think it provides context so we’re gonna leave that as is.


So, while talking to my friend, we both agreed, “Oh yeah, I’ve definitely changed a lot since living in Korea.” I’m not sure if others would say the same of me just seeing or briefly talking to me (but I’m interested if any of you have seen a change in me - I often ask Rach and Kat if I talk different πŸ˜…). Some of it has to do with just these everyday things that I took for granted that change my perspective. In other ways, I think the way I approach each day is a little different, too. I feel like I have learned so much just through my daily to random interactions with people. Also, I think I’m learning more confidently what I truly want in life.

1. Expanding Worldview
I thought I was pretty open-minded, with a broad worldview before but - wow - living in another country and culture makes you realize how everything you thought was the “normal” way of society doing things is just ONE way of doing things (neither right nor wrong, better or worse) and it makes you realize how trivial some concerns are or, on the flip side, how social issues in one cultural context, though very important in that culture, seem to have absolutely no bearing on another cultural context. From work to social processes to church, I can't really explain it other than an awareness of my worldview expanding, I guess? Like the realization of how very small you are in this big huge world of ours and not to sweat the small stuff.

2. More Easy-Going
That being said, I think I am a much more easy-going individual. Actually, I think over the last few years I've become a more easy-going person just because it makes life easier. The only thing you can truly control is yourself - your attitude and the way you respond to the things you can't control. This might have been something I thought of before but I think it's really something I've come to consciously practice living abroad. I think this has primarily manifest itself in the motto I've jokingly adopted here: ADVENTURE! Actually, I kind of feel like Bob Ross, “We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents unexpected adventures." I seriously feel like anything and everything is a learning opportunity. Furthermore, why stress when you can enjoy the journey?

3. More Courage
A challenge I didn't expect to be quite so... well, challenging, is not being able to just randomly communicate with others. I'm pretty sure I talked about this here. Something I decided with the New Year was to be more outgoing despite language barriers. I might not know a lot of Korean, but I sure use the crap out of the phrases I do know. I think instead of shying away from my proclivity for talking to people (a proclivity I inherited from my mom and grandma), I'm striving to embrace it. I've been taking Korean language classes once a week and I think that helps me feel a little more confident. I think (and hope) my courage to reach out to others is waxing here in Korea.

4. Where "My Person" at?!
And lastly, a big way I've changed since living in Korea is actually wanting a relationship. It's been a long time since I recall actually wanting a serious relationship.

Perhaps because I'm finally in a place where I'm reevaluating and making new long-term goals, having accomplished previous ones (university degree, career experience, travel). Perhaps because Korean culture seems to place relationships pretty high on the priority list of having your life figured out (expect within the first three questions you're asked by a Korean to include, "Married? Boyfriend?" πŸ˜…). Perhaps because it gets kind of lonely living alone in a foreign country. Perhaps because my faith places high importance on marriage and family.

Whatever it may be, I find the idea of finding "the one" and (eventually) having a family pretty appealing.

So what am I doing about it? Not much πŸ˜‚ leave it to me to realize I want a man in my life after moving to a place where my options significantly decrease! I say that because: (1) faith is important to me and South Korea is not really a Christian country; (2) I don't speak Korean, people are way shy about speaking English, and other foreigners (English-speaking) are realistically a very small percentage of the population here; (3) back home interracial relationships are fairly common (it's not something I think twice about) but it's definitely still uncommon here. Oh and lastly I'm just not ready to embrace the whole online/app dating thing 🀷🏻‍♀️ So, for now, I'll just keep working on being my outgoing self and getting comfortable with admitting that I want a serious relationship. I'm learning that I don't like being vulnerable (ok, who does?) and admitting I want my own "person" sounds kinda needy and vulnerable because, well, you know, "Ima strong independent woman that don't need no man." But... it'd sure be nice. 😏

μ•ˆλ…•!



Bekah

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Fabulous Co-Workers

I have really lucked-out with the people I work with. I probably have the most fun here in Korea (aside from adventures with 친ꡬ) just being at work, because I love my students and I love the people I work with. Not only are they hilarious (when I understand them), but I am also constantly learning new things about culture, language, and perceptions.

At my school, students don't change classes each hour, instead teachers do. So teachers have a desk in a teacher room and they go to their different classes to teach when it is their hour to do so. My desk is in the main teacher room. The main teacher room probably has about 50 teacher desks in rows of about 5, divided by department. (I am just now learning that these departments have nothing to do with grade or subject taught but instead have to do with the additional administrative responsibilities of the school, and they change each year - so I might not sit next to these co-workers next year 😭). I sit next to my main co-teacher and then there are 3 other teachers in my row that I have come to just absolutely adore. The teacher at the end of our row is μ‘€λ‹ˆ ("Su-ni," self-made nickname she apparently made for me to call her, because when I refer to her as such other teachers always laugh - I guess it's a rather traditional, rural name or something?), she teaches Chinese characters. I am forever grateful to μ‘€λ‹ˆ because, other than my co-teachers that are required to talk to me because we teach together, she came up to me and initiated conversation, even though her English isn't "perfect," and helps break the ice for others to talk to me, too. μ‘€λ‹ˆ is very outgoing, kind, and just hilarious. I love her! She always says, "No, no, Bekah, I don't speak English, I speak Konglish" πŸ˜‚ With my very limited Korean and her fearless English, we can usually understand each other. And together with the other ladies in my area, they communicate to me what is going on when my co-teacher is not there 😊 The other 2 teachers are 영희 ("Yeong-hui", math teacher) and λͺ…λ―Έ ("Myeong-mi", Korean teacher). These three ladies seem to be pretty good friends and they have generously involved me in their little clique. Whenever there are extra-curricular things going on at school, μ‘€λ‹ˆ is sure to grab me and take me along, which I so appreciate because otherwise I just sit at my desk, and if you know me, you know I love to be involved!

I think my friendship with them really started the second week of work after μ‘€λ‹ˆ took me to some crafty thing for students at lunch. Apparently it was practice for the city arts and humanities festival on Saturday, September 15th. μ‘€λ‹ˆ and 영희 invited me to come help and, of course since I have nothing going on and I love community involvement, I said yes!


Arts and Humanities Festival

영희 picked me up from the school on Saturday morning and we went to the festival together. μ‘€λ‹ˆ, 영희, and the library teacher (I think they call her Jinny something, maybe 진희) had a tent where students and children could come and decorate ceramic mugs, have them heated, and the design transfers and actually stays through use and washing! μ‘€λ‹ˆ and 영희 learned that I could read ν•œκΈ€ (Korean alphabet) so they put me in charge of finding students' mugs when they came back to pick them up. They also made students practice their English with me πŸ˜… I had a lot of fun and we all stayed very busy the entire day:










I was able to make a mug at the end, too. I made a Korean flag and wrote the city on it as a little souvenir. I had no idea everyone would be so impressed! All the student volunteers gathered around me to watch me make the Korean flag and compliment my horrible ν•œκΈ€ writing πŸ˜‚






At work on Monday, so many teachers came up to me and told me they heard I helped at the festival and told me great job and all of this praise and stuff... I thought it was kind of odd so I finally asked my co-teacher and friend, 희정, how she knew I had helped at the festival and she informed me that there was an email sent out about it πŸ˜‚ We use a messenger app at work and obviously it's all in Korean, so I usually only read it if it is from one of my co-teachers whose name I recognize. Now I use Papago every time to see what I'm missing πŸ˜… The library teacher a message with the above pictures attached, talking about how very impressed and humbled she was to see me, a foreigner, helping in the community and how patriotic she felt seeing my little Korean flag mug:


I get the feeling that many Koreans have very low expectations of foreigners. That's a bold statement so please don't quote me on that, but I feel like my co-workers and co-teachers are impressed by some of the simplest of things, like me trying to learn Korean or me "going out of my way" to help around the school (like talking to students during lunch, or offering to help if I can) ...all these things that I just think you are supposed to do when you want to be a contributing member of your workplace and/or community. So shout out to you, Mom, for teaching me these values of service and the importance of reaching out to others. Some days it's kind of scary to do those things in a different country with a different language but since it's what's normal to me (because of you, Mom), it's what I try to do. Anyway, helping at the festival was lots of fun and, as a surprising bonus, it helped me build a more positive image with my co-workers. I also got to work with some 1st graders (I only work with 2nd and 3rd grade)*, so that was nice getting to know them, too. And they were so helpful with bridging the language barrier πŸ˜… 


*1st, 2nd, 3rd, grade middle-schoolers are about the equivalent to 6th, 7th, and 8th graders in the U.S., respectively.

After helping at the festival, I had dinner with 영희 and her sister (and sister's family). Her sister and family were camping at the park that the festival was held at. I wish I took pictures but it was dark by then. They were so kind and dinner was really good (even though I can't remember what it was called, but some kind of pork and shrimp and veggies and kimchi). I made friends with 영희's niece who I think is 8. It's sure is funny when younger kids realize you have no idea what is going on because you don't speak the language, so then they try to speak Korean really slowly for you in the hopes you'll understand πŸ˜‚ she was really impressed that I could ask her about her age and school, though. Oh, and that I could ask for food and say it was delicious πŸ˜… thank goodness for brave little kids that just want to talk to you! 영희's brother-in-law is an English teacher so he asked me a lot of questions, too. He was very kind (just like the whole family) and reminded me what an awesome opportunity this is to be here in a foreign country, experiencing the way other people live outside of my own world experiences. I was reminded of my responsibility to really learn as much as I can while here, even just from simple, everyday experiences. 




Picture Day

We had picture day at school and then μ‘€λ‹ˆ wanted pictures together, so of course I snapped a few selfies, too:

in the back: 진희 and 영희
front: me, λͺ…λ―Έ, and μ‘€λ‹ˆ


Cultural Differences (maybe?)

I wore a messy bun for the first time a few weeks ago and received so many compliments! However, I also had an interesting conversation with μ‘€λ‹ˆ and λͺ…λ―Έ about it, too. μ‘€λ‹ˆ complimented my hair and then asked if my hair was dirty, like if I hadn't washed it. I laughed and said it was clean (seriously Mom and Dad, it was this time!). I asked μ‘€λ‹ˆ why and I think I understood that usually in Korea, this style is for when you don't wash your hair. I laughed and then asked λͺ…λ―Έ if that was true and she reassured me that only μ‘€λ‹ˆ thinks that and then, I think, proceeded to poke fun at μ‘€λ‹ˆ about it. λͺ…λ―Έ told me that it's not dirty hair but a sexy, wedding hair style... so who really knows?!

Then, when I walked into one of my girl classes, all the students said, "Oh! Bekah Teacher, I like your poop hair!" ...what. πŸ˜… It turns out buns are called, ""λ˜₯ 머리" ("ddong meo-ri," directly translated: "poop hair") because it looks like a little poop on the top of your head. I asked if it was pretty or weird and they all yelled at me that it was pretty and "so style!" Then I asked why they don't wear poop hair, if it's so pretty? They told me they don't know how to or it is too much work. I told them they need to start wearing "buns" because then I won't be alone* πŸ˜‚ they told me they would but I have yet to see any other poop heads! 

I think maybe since my hair is much thinner (and curly), it is easy for me to do this style, but maybe it is more difficult for thicker, Asian hair. I'm just remembering doing Tay's hair for prom and thinking how many bobby pins I had to use compared to my own hair. 🀷 Idk, but I know I'm still gonna rock my λ˜₯ hair even if I'm the only one!

*The first questions people ask here are whether you are married or have a boyfriend, and then my students at least ask if you are lonely since I live by myself. They also think it's really sad when they hear that I eat by myself haha so a lot of my students seem to worry that I am alone 



Being Volun-Told

Along with my fabulous co-worker friends comes being volun-told for school things. μ‘€λ‹ˆ is very involved in school events and activities. We had a reading day where students submitted some kind of writing assignment and the school had a drawing for winners. When I showed up to work that day, it turned out I was the one drawing the winners and announcing them on the school TV broadcast 😲 When I asked why, μ‘€λ‹ˆ told me it's because I am the "school celebrity" HA! I was very nervous because I had to read the students' names, which FYI, ν•œκΈ€ handwriting (not print) can be very challenging to read! I did alright though (μ‘€λ‹ˆ only had to help me out once) and a lot of students were super impressed - or mad that I didn't choose their name πŸ˜‚ Oh! and it was really funny (but also kind of embarrassing) because μ‘€λ‹ˆ introduced me as "our blued-eyed angel Bekah Teacher" πŸ˜†πŸ˜…

the school's broadcasting room


μ‘€λ‹ˆ prepping students on what to say and do for announcements


μ‘€λ‹ˆ reading off some other category winners


All-in-all, I have a lot of fun at work, whether because of students or because of the great people I work with. I really love this job. Every day is definitely an adventure and learning experience!

μ•ˆλ…•!

Bekah

Church, My Kim Unnies, & Everyday Struggles

An aspect of my life here in Korea that I tend to overlook but am so, so, SO GRATEFUL for is church. I am so blessed by my ward, just over and over again. I go to a ward in Busan, about an hour-and-a-half by bus and about 25 minutes by car from where I live. I took the bus the first Sunday I attended but since then I've been given a ride every week by my amazing Korean family here: my beautiful Kim sisters, 세원(Se-won) and μ„Έν˜„(Se-hyun) 😍 I'll talk about my fabulous adventures with them later, but first, a little more about my ward.

Fortunately, my ward has a resident translator (rare, right?!) because there is a Vietnamese couple in our ward who speak English, but not Korean (although they are learning). Translator-dude's name is Wyatt, an American who served a mission here in South Korea a while back and (I think) recently finished up grad school here. The Vietnamese guy's name is Vantu (spelling?) and he and his family joined the church a couple years ago. I think they also came here for his grad school and subsequent work. Anyway, so when I first came to church, people immediately ushered me over to Wyatt (because that's what people here do, connect you with other foreigners ASAP haha) and then I was introduced to μ„Έν˜„ because she lived and studied in the States. She introduced me to Bishop and translated for me when he sat down to get to know me and get my church info. Bishop is so funny (he reminds me a lot of Bishop Gardner from 29 Palms), he's definitely the father of the ward. My ward also has a YSA Sunday school class (again, rare!) and I've met a few other girls in that class who I really enjoy, ν˜œμ› (Hye-won) and ν•˜λ¦Ό (Ha-rim), who both generously translate for me in Sunday school and Relief Society. I've since learned that the majority of the guys (and a few of the other gals) in the class also speak English because of serving missions or studying abroad. It's funny because when I learned that a lot of them speak English, I was like, "Whhaaaaaa?! This whole time...?" and they just shrug their shoulders like, "Yeah. And" 🀦 but don't end up talking to me in English!

I'm learning that there are actually a lot of people who do speak English, both at church and at work, but you'll never know it unless you end up all alone with that person and the situation calls for it and you try to speak to them. People here are crazy shy and self-conscious about their English-speaking. I had heard this, both from friends who taught abroad and in TESOL classes, but it was still a surprise and different than what I was expecting. This also has brought to my own attention my own insecurities. Where to begin...? Okay, so if you know me, you know that I can be pretty chatty (is that an understatement?). In recent years I have thought less of myself as a crazy-talkative person, unless I'm with family or close friends and the situation calls for it, but living here one of the things I find myself missing the most is the simple ability to strike up conversation with a stranger at the store or on the subway. That's definitely not something I thought of as a thing I did, I mean, that's something my mom and grandma do, not me, right? πŸ˜… Wrong. Oh, how I miss randomly talking to people and connecting with people! Definitely not something I expected.

Okay, so what does that have to do with me being insecure? Well, I've realized that I hesitate to speak English (outside of work) like ever because I feel like (hello?!) you're in a different country with a different language, you need to speak their language ...but... I can't, yet ...so... I just stay quiet. I feel super self-conscious about being a foreigner and speaking my language. Even though, in reality, existing power-structures are totally in my favor and I am a super privileged foreigner (because I am white, American, have an education, and have a well-respected job). Aka: out of the foreigner population, I recognize that when it comes down to it, I'm pretty well-liked given our prejudiced world. Anyway, I think this insecurity about my language comes from my American culturalization. In America, even though we don't have an "official" national language, I grew up hearing that "if immigrants are going to come to our country, they better learn our language." That's a thing, right? Not just me? So, since I'm the immigrant in another country and I don't know the language nearly enough, and I don't want to offend someone using my language, I'll just keep quiet. This is totally unrealistic thinking, no one has ever told me this (in fact, I've been told the opposite - to just speak English because most people know it), I know this, but that's just how I feel about it and I'm trying to break that mindset. Realistically, outside of work, I try to prepare myself to use Korean for different situations I go into (like shopping, ordering food, at the post office, using the taxi, etc.) and Korean people end up using English with me! So why do I hesitate to use English? (A) because I'm trying to learn Korean, and (B) because I'm a guest in another country and want to be polite, I don't want to just assume people will accommodate me and speak my language. The burden of communication is carried by all participants in a conversation, not just the non-English speakers (which, sadly, I feel the opposite has become the thinking in American culture, and a lot of the world as English expands as an international language).

Well, that took an unexpected turn. Sorry-not-sorry for the rant. I mean, that's what you signed up for when you decided to read my blog, right? πŸ˜„ To wrap things up: I have found that when I have confidence and approach people, even in English, it pays off and nobody judges me for using English so I just need to get over it and be more confident.

Anyway, church is good. Now let me tell you about my amazing Kim Unnies (if you are a girl, unnie, μ–Έλ‹ˆ, means big sister in Korean). So I met μ„Έν˜„ first and sat with her my first Sunday at church. She is super outgoing and so kind and just fun! She seems to always be on the go, which makes sense because she has a toddler, 도이. μ„Έν˜„ then introduced me to her sister, 세원, who is also a lot of fun and also has a baby, μœ μ •. On that very first Sunday, 세원 and her husband offered to give me a ride to church each week (they live about an 8 minute drive from me). Since then, μ„Έν˜„μ–Έλ‹ˆ and μ„Έμ›μ–Έλ‹ˆ have basically adopted me and I just freakin love them! Not only have they helped me so much (like moving my "TV" from work to my apartment or helping me set up my cell phone plan) but they've really become my family away from family here. I wander around stores with them just for fun, we go out to eat, I hang out at 세원's apartment on Sundays, they feed me, we talk a about all the things. They feel like home and I am so grateful for them πŸ’— Oh! Actually, Rachel, I've decided that 세원 is a lot like you. Her and her husband actually remind me so much of you and Matthew πŸ˜† I just love it!


So far, I've decided that μ‚Όκ²Ήμ‚΄ is my favorite Korean food, and it was μ„Έν˜„μ–Έλ‹ˆ and μ„Έμ›μ–Έλ‹ˆ that introduced me to it. Oh  my goodness, it's so delicious! (I've also since been to this restaurant like 5 or 6 other times, no shame hahaha but I can cook it all by myself like a pro!):




I also went to my first λ…Έλž˜λ°© ("singing room") in Korea with them. So much fun!



Oh my goodness, and one time when we went to a buffet for dinner, 도이 found herself a boyfriend πŸ˜‚ so cute!


Needless to say, I have a lot of fun with these two beautiful sisters I've gained here in Korea πŸ˜„πŸ’—


Back to church: a week-or-so ago, Bishop, along with Wyatt and the executive secretary, came over to bless my apartment and brought so much delicious food - ALL FOR ME! It lasted me like 2 whole weeks (actually, i didn't even finish the whole loaf of bread before it went bad - shhhh, don't tell on me, Koreans take their food very seriously! which makes sense because it's delicious). Anyway, he is the sweetest.



I am so blessed by my ward. The Lord knew where I needed to be and I am grateful for His hand in my life. I do have to admit that this last Sunday I did struggle a bit (the first time since being here so that's awesome, right?). Last Sunday was the first time I felt overwhelmed by the language barrier at church. Which is crazy ironic since I have so many people there able to translate for me, something that many foreigners don't have available to them. Last week, some of the people who usually translate for me during Sunday school were gone and I could tell the teacher felt worried that I wouldn't understand - something I am learning is just how kind and out of their way a lot of people here go for you to be sure that you understand what it going on (just another reason I shouldn't be so insecure about using English/not knowing Korean fast enough) - but I reassured her that it was all good and I'd "learn through the Spirit" πŸ˜… And honestly, I was fine because I like just listening and practicing picking up on words that I recognize. So class was all good but I ended up feeling overwhelmed after class when I ran into someone who needed to talk to me. She didn't speak English, my church-specific Korean sucks, and there was no one around to translate. *sigh* Usually I can make do with Papago (a translation app) but when it comes to church words (like ministering, relief society, church titles, etc.), translations are never correct so we were just both confused. Then, she asked her elementary school son to try to help (since they learn English in school, and most kids are actually pretty good) but again, with church words it's a different story. Anyway, we exchanged information, I gathered that she was assigned to minister to me. But after that I just felt so overwhelmed and just the weight of how much I really have to rely on other people, something difficult and new to accept because I really value my independence and self-reliance. It was humbling to say the least. It also made me realize the small sphere of contexts in which I have acquired vocabulary in Korean. At work, the store, and public transportation, I feel like I've got the basics down for simple things that I need to communicate (with less and less Papago use) but at church and not on those topics I am completely out of my depth in Korean πŸ˜”πŸ˜“

That being said, the day turned around and I had dinner with 세원 and her family. Dinner was delicious (if you've never had ramyun with peanut butter mixed in, you're missing out - try it!) and conversation was really good, as always. And then this week I had so many language successes and learned a lot of new words so, taking the bad with the good, feeling ever grateful for the Lord being aware of my needs, and constantly feeling blessed by tender mercies. Like having adorable little kids around that call me "베카이λͺ¨"("Bekah i-mo," "i-mo" means "aunt"), who don't seem to mind too much that I'm a foreigner, and fall asleep holding me finger on the way home from church:


μ•ˆλ…•!

Bekah

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Beautiful Yangsan (+ random Korean stuff)

I really love where I live. I know when I was first given my placement, I was a little wary because I was expecting somewhere rural and quaint and in the countryside. But guys and gals, I really lucked out. I seriously have the best of both worlds where I'm at. If you know me, you know I've never been a fan of big city (I mean, I seriously want to retire in 29 Palms some day, remember?). I love small, run-into-people-you-know places, but still within an hour of civilization/big city. Here in μ–‘μ‚°μ‹œ(Yangsan), I live right next door to down town (my "city"), a mile or so block of all the things you could need (shopping, entertainment, food). At the same time, there are beautiful mountains, a river, fields, and greenery all within walking distance, too. Agghhh, I just love it!







Above are pics I've taken walking to or from work. Below are pics I took while wandering back from the post office. I decided to explore the path along the river heading back to my apartment:
















 Also, I've been going jogging after doing some basic exercises (my routine from my chiropractor back in AZ, actually) and it's just so beautiful. This is seriously a 5 minute walk from my apartment.








YAY ME for exercising!! 


Here's a map of my beautiful city:



Also, I know I've mentioned this before, but I'm a 8-10 minute walk from the last subway station on the Busan line and a 10-12 minute walk from an intercity bus terminal, so getting to places outside of my immediate block or 2 of "city" is really manageable (and affordable). Just to emphasize the juxtaposition of city and countryside, check out the view from the subway:



Okay so just know that where I live is pretty awesome 😏😁 I love my school (co-workers and students), I love my ward, and I have a great group of friends that I've been able to visit with at least once a month so far. The Lord has definitely blessed me in all of this πŸ’—


Alright so some random things:

1. I'm still figuring out how to live with my hair here. I realize that frizz is something I have grown up viewing as a negative thing but here, people get perms to make their hair anything but straight and so any wave in hair is better than no wave, frizz included. Don't nobody here bat an eye over frizz!! I don't think people even know it's a thing. But I still care about it πŸ˜… but I have yet to find a method or product that keeps the frizz away so... whatever. I guess I need to be less vain πŸ˜‚ even though I know I'm no where near the same level of 100% frizz, I can't help but compare myself to ν™©μ •μŒ's character in She Was Pretty:




2. I. LOVE. THE. FOOD. HERE. My favorites so far are μ‚Όκ²Ήμ‚΄ (samgyeopsal) and, of course, λΉ™μˆ˜(bingsoo). But out of all the Korean food I have eaten so far, I have only disliked 2 things. The food here is that good. *knock on wood* I don't even miss American food (I'll let you know when that time comes, though πŸ˜‰)



 μ‚Όκ²Ήμ‚΄

 
 λΉ™μˆ˜

 κ΅μ΄Œ μΉ˜ν‚¨


윑개μž₯ (YUM!)

 λΉ„λΉ”λ°₯

 κΉ€μΉ˜ 볢음λ°₯

 λ–‘볢이

 κ³ κ΅¬λ§ˆ (sweet potatoes - YUM!)

 ν•«λ„κ·Έ 
(yes, that's a corn dog. they call them "hot dogeu" here. they're a popular street food and they're delicious. much more batter than American corn dogs, the batter is a bit sweeter, and that's sugar not salt. sounds crazy but its so good!)


3. Every chance I get I take pics of Korean celebrities I recognize hahahahhaha (and usually send them to Kat). They just pile up on my phone so I've gotta share 'em somewhere! Before you judge me, just think of all the celebrities I don't recognize, though:


Walking to work I see λ°•μ„œμ€€ 
(Kill Me, Heal Me; She Was Pretty; Hwarang, etc.)

and νƒœν˜• (V, BTS)

 μ§€μ°½μš± (Suspicious Partners)


μ°¬μ—΄ (EXO, Goblin OST, Roommates)

곡유 (Goblin, Train to Busan, etc.)

μ§„ (BTS)

박보검 (Moonlight Drawn by Clouds)


곡유 (x2)

곡유 (x3)

μ •κ΅­ (BTS)

μ§€λ―Ό (BTS)

μ§€λ―Ό (x2)

 Seventeen

BT21 
(Not necessarily celebrities but endorsed by them and, oh, how I love this money-wasting collection πŸ˜…)


4. Chopsticks are way more convenient, efficient, logical... all the things. I find myself using chopsticks in my apartment even though I can just as easily grab a fork. If you don't know how to use chopsticks, learn, and you can thank me later πŸ˜‰


Hmmmm... that's all I've got for now. 


μ•ˆλ…•!

Bekah