Ok, sorry for not posting for so long. I have been very busy with moving in and starting my new life in Incheon. The work days are long, I stay pretty busy over the weekends and I’m starting marathon training. I have had time to write, but it always gets filled in by other things.
So here it is, some more writing. I guess it’s a travel blog now. That might not be right though, I don’t think I consider it traveling. It’s probably better to classify it as some sort of partial immigration. “Immigrant” implies permanency which is something I am considering more seriously every day, but I’ll stick to “partial” because there really isn’t any way to predict what will happen. So, expat-travel-immigration blog, commence:
My life is pretty awesome. I arrived about a month ago and the first week was a bit rough. Not because of homesickness or some huge blunder or anything, mostly because the jet lag was bad for about a week and I was very busy that week. I spent my first 4 nights in a ‘love motel’ which are pretty popular in this country for various reasons. Anyway, it was a really nice place with a lot of space and comfortable accommodations. I got to move into my apartment the friday of that week. I moved everything in, got things settled a bit, and then broke my key in the door. I was locked out of my apartment and away from all of my stuff for all of Halloween weekend. That bummed me out, but my co-workers let me wear their clothes an use their apartments, Halloween weekend was saved.
My apartment is pretty nice. It took me a while to get used to the size, it’s cramped but its still larger than a dorm room and it’s all mine. Here’s a picture of it from the upstairs bedroom:
My landlord fixed the lock situation pretty quickly, in time for me to get settled in before my first full week of teaching. At first, I was a bit apprehensive about the age groups that I would work with. From 10 to 2:30 I teach Moon Class, a small class of 7 year olds. They love me (no joke, they give me cards saying that all the time). By the end of the first week, I was convinced that it was convinced that it was the best possible age group to teach. They are enthusiastic and smart beyond what I expected. After 2:30 I have 3 classes. The first two are small groups of 9 year olds at a beginners level. I alternate a divided block with a Korean teacher so some days of the week I have a class then two breaks then a class. After those two, I have a group of 12 year olds in my advanced class (reading/writing/grammar). This is a great class. We work through the lesson plan pretty well then we just practice conversation for the last 5 minutes of class. They get to practice talking in english, and I get to listen to their funny stories and tell them mine. It doesn’t feel like work at all.
I have a lot going on. I am learning Korean, playing the guitar, training for a marathon, I inherited a bunny (tokki), I’m reading all the time, teaching, exploring etc. It’s all pretty sweet.
I came to Korea at the perfect time. The weather is great (most of the other teachers complain of the cold but I am fine in a long sleeve shirt just about every day). I came during the lantern festival, in time for Halloween, and just before pepero day (their valentines day). I was invited to a Korean wedding. I spent a lot of my first two weekends in Seoul with my co-teachers. We explored the shops, bars, and a buddhist temple. There are a lot of expats from all over the world, and very interesting korean people. I’ve been here for about a month, and it feels like it went by in the blink of an eye.
I’ll write more, I promise. For now, enjoy the pictures