I’ve arrived. In more ways than one.
Right now it’s almost 7 AM, but I’ve been up since 4. Jared has had no problem sleeping off the jetlag, but I am restless. We are staying in a Korean love motel, and today is actually our first day of work. I suspect my nerves are preventing any further slumber.
Our plane landed in Seoul at around 6 in the evening on Saturday, which was some bizarre hour of the morning in Texas. We left the plane like two tired pilgrims finally arriving at Mecca; and Mecca is effing cold. My paltry sweater had to be replaced by a down jacket almost immediately.
Our first, official meal in Korea was actually pizza (with corn and pickles) and beer about two hours after landing. We met “everyone” at our school and my weary, red eyes blinked profusely as I tried to comprehend the mixture of Korean and English conversation. Yesterday I ate galbi, kimchi, and soju while sitting cross-legged on the floor. We walked around our neighborhood, drank tea, rode a bus, visited an E-mart, made friends. I ate kimbap and ramen from Family Mart (like a 7-11), and found a cable channel that plays The Office with Korean subtitles. We fell asleep around 6 PM.
The three other foreign teachers have provided me with so much information, but I haven’t processed it yet. Lengthy lists of bus routes, restaurants, diversions, and class information are floating around in my brain. But honestly, I still can’t believe I am here.