My time in Korea summarized in 10 photos.
- Always on some form of efficient and inexpensive form of public transportation and wishing that America got on that train, pun intended.
- Stunning people who I’ve met & became friends with from all walks of the world.
- Gorgeous modern architecture with traditional influences.
- Indulging childhood obsessions without feeling any guilt of how immature one may feel.
- Enjoying night walks without having to worry about being mugged or kidnapped.
- Cultural experiences where you have to leave your inhibitions behind.
- Actually feeling zen and at ease for once in my life despite being in the most stressful atmosphere I have ever been put in.
- Experiencing the cheesy and campy but also charming trends and enjoying it with a loved one.
- Being in a culture where education is of utmost importance, teachers are treated with as much respect as lawyers and doctors, and where students put in more work than any of us could fathom. Also, learning to be compassionate, when others won’t be and fighting for it despite the norm.
- Doing what I love doing the most with wonderful musicians from all the corners of the world in addition to being a part of a fantastic music scene that is humble and welcoming.
when people ask me what it’s like to be home, I usually give a quick quip of an answer such as “It’s strange, I can read everything”. I could honestly ramble for days on how it has made an impact on my life, but I would hate to come across as pompous or pseudo-worldly. I’ll give my honest answer here on tumblr.
Although it was tough being away from home especially with other factors that made Korea very suffocating and tense at the work place, and I have most certainly royally messed up one of the best friendships I’ve ever had, I’ve learned a lot about myself, my country, how others see America than I could have ever believe to imagine. I have met some of the worst people imaginable, and I have experienced the kindness of random strangers and I have made friends despite the language barrier. I longed for San Diego, but a part of me will always love Daejeon, South Korea. If I had learned anything from living abroad for a year and a half, it’s that: I hardly know anything.