Wednesday, April 28, 2010
to blog or not to blog. . .
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Let's talk Culture: Part One
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Arrival and a Friend
Monday, April 12, 2010
blood, urine, and a hole
Sunday, April 11, 2010
What the f&%! Have I done?!
There is something about 24 hours of travel time, and the sun being up for the entire journey. It does something to the body and mind, makes it go a little berserk.
It seems strange, but while traveling I don’t put much thought into the where I am going. I research the place, decide what to bring, and then get on a plane. The decision has been made, and so I go. And while traveling to the destination, my only thought is connection flights and so forth. . .so as we made our final descent into South Korea, I began to feel the full weight of my choice. I am living here for a year. I don’t speak the language. I don’t know a soul. I am completely alone and away from everyone I know and love, and not only am I away from them, but I am completely disconnected from them—there is no quick text to say “hi! Thinking about ya!”
Nothing.
Completely Isolated.
I am lost.
It’s like the first day of high school but highly concentrated. I don’t have the right clothes, the right look, or the right words. Everyone instantly knows I don’t belong. As I look out the window of my descending plane, I wish for one thing. . .just let it crash, then I don’t have to go through it. I don’t have to be overwhelmed with fear and insecurity.
I can just die.
Just crash plane.
Crash!!
Realizing a mid-air collision is highly unlikely, I search the ground for clues about my new world. I find myself finding things to comfort me—ooh, they have buildings! Something in common. Ooh! Power cables! Water! Ooh! Grass! This offers a modicum of comfort. The plane inches towards the ground. I must have a look of confusion and nausea on my face because the person sitting next to me seems to ask if I am okay, or they could be asking me to move my head, I don’t know. . .because I don’t speak the language! Idiot! Why oh why am I here?! Who does this?! Could I just land, and go buy a ticket home and say, Just Kidding!? Probably, but do I really want to? Do I really want to stay?? Sort of. I mean why not stay?
So, I go back to the basics.
Smiling. Smiling is always good. A smile is universal.
Take each step at a time. First get off the plane. Then immigration. Then baggage. Then ATM. Then transportation to hotel.
With each step it becomes a bit easier. I become a bit more confident, and I find myself feeling stronger. I am a bit out of my mind because of my complete and total exhaustion, but that is beside the point. I must and will get to that hotel, and then I can sleep. My exhaustion must have shown on my face. . .i must have looked like an easy target. . .I go and get money out of the ATM, and then a man comes up and asks where I am going. Hmmm. . .do I trust him?. . .he is little enough, I can take him if he tries anything. I am not so much worried about being violated or robbed--it is being taken advantage of that I hate. Paying way too much for something that every person in the “know” avoids. Well, being tired and alone, I tell him where to. He grabs my bag and says come with me (however, it was Korean. . .). . .Despite the possibilities of what he could've said, I follow because I have no choice at this point. We get to his taxi, and I get in. I ask how much. . .he says points to the counter, and I realize that it is cumulative. Okay. . .this shouldn’t be too bad.
Famous last words for a first timer.
The ticker starts going, and boy it just does not stop. I realize half way through the trip I hired a private car. I am actually in Incheon, which is a good distance from downtown Seoul. . .so, I end up paying $130 for a ride. Pretty steep and pretty stupid on my part, but I made it to the hotel. I check in, get to my room and all is good. I may have been foolish, but it was a mistake, and it is a mistake I can live with. . .now, when I get down to my last dime before my first paycheck, I will be cursing myself and that little ol' man. . . but for now, I can live with my stupidity. . .I do everyday in fact.
Upon getting to my room, I learn I will have a roommate. I can’t really complain because I am getting the room for free after all, plus it will be nice to hang out with someone in the same boat as me.
As far as roommates are concerned the fates smiled on me, and granted me a good hearted woman full of adventure. Her name is Katrina, and we just got done having one of the best first days in all my years of travel.
We got completely lost, laughed the entire time, and then finally conquered Seoul’s mass transit system. We discovered the Children’s Grand Park, which is extremely Grand! Full of monkeys, and penguins and botanical gardens, and it is equipped with its very own Fairyland, Parrot Village, and Dancing Fountain.
And so the journey begins
The other insight into Korean culture that I found fascinating was that single women my age are looked down upon and disrespected. Excellent. Not only do I have my own insecurities about being single and 31, but now I have an entire culture—an entire nation—against me. That will do wonders for the self-esteem. Fortunately, I never put much stock into people disrespecting me and not liking my choices. That is one of the gifts of being an artist. Very early on you have to accept that not everyone is going to like what you do, and you have to be okay with that. I am okay with people not liking what I do. After all, many people don’t like me going to Korea, many people don’t appreciate my absolute disgust for gum, and now a whole culture won’t appreciate my status as an independent woman. So, it goes.
I discovered many other things about the Korean culture, but I am sure there are so many things that will reveal themselves in humorous and probably unpleasant ways. I resign myself to the fact that I will mess up, I will probably get random tickets. . .but my hope above all hope is that I do not offend and that I approach every awkward situation with sincerity and humor, which by the way, I think is how we should approach all things of life.
I’m just glad I don’t smoke. . .if you are woman smoking in the streets, anyone can come up and slap you in the face. I would probably hit back and then be arrested. A person smokes to ease nerves and relax, and to have a person slap you while enjoying a cigarette is just wrong. . .that’s like having a massage and right the middle of it someone putting on Kenny G and scratching their finger nails down a chalkboard while telling you, you look fat. Yep, that equals slapping someone across the face while smoking, and if someone were to do that, then I would go ghetto on their ass with any thought.
But it’s a different culture, and we must accept these differences. In fact we must embrace them, and cherish it.
It’s sound so easy and divine doesn’t it?? I know it will not be, but I am looking forward to the challenge.
Another challenge to this whole adventure is relearning the English language. Did you know we have terminology for every single word in a sentence. There is not just a noun and verb! Apparently, there are things called gerunds, past participles, and progressive clauses. I am in the midst of relearning all of these words, their function, and how to teach it. I wrote an entire thesis last year. . .I am writing this blog, and all my verbs and nouns agree (for the most part). . .and I can tell you when a sentence is wrong and how to fix it, but to actually know the why’s and the how’s of sentence structure is daunting. We learn all these things, pass the test, and move on. . .we don’t remember the terminology because it is useless information. It’s like driving, once you know when and where to signal you do it without thinking, you no longer need to know the rules because their intrinsic. English is clearly intrinsic to me, and relearning my native tongue has become quite the stresser. But, I did write a thesis, perform a show, deal with roommates/friends abandoning me, and still managed to obtain a Masters with a 4.0 gpa, good friends, and my sanity. So, relearning English and teaching it to some cute Korean kids. . .well, all I can say is bring it!
And so. . .here I am in the Charlotte airport, waiting to board my plane. I just kissed my parents and dog good bye. I do hate leaving them. Realizing the mortality of your parents is a scary thing. . .I realized it a while back, but now it has become this silent ghost that haunts my mind. Their lives are out of my hands. . .but connecting and loving is in my hands. That offers a lot of comfort. . .thank goodness for Skype. I don’t know if I would be able to live this life without computers truly. . .to be able to connect makes traveling easier. . .it truly does.
The first boarding call has been announced. . .first San Fran, and then Seoul. . .
I leave you with this quote today: "No man should travel until he has learned the language of the country he visits. Otherwise he voluntarily makes himself a great baby-so helpless and so ridiculous." --Emerson (Should've taken that advice to heart)