No volcanoes could stop me this time – I am back in the mountainous land of the Morning Calm. Getting my life slowly back on track. Figuring out work and food and bus lines (the subway map is almost branded in my brain now, thank god). And where is that rooster that cries every morning outside my window, and why is he still alive in one of the world’s largest and most technologically advanced metropolis?
And what the hell is up with that weird language?
And how do people deal with switching from 2+ years of long distance relationship to spending 24 hours a day with your partner in a 20 square meter single room space – or are we the only ones nuts enough to attempt it?
And how do grownups deal with their finances anyway? I’m not starving, I don’t have to beg for bibimbap, but still – most days, I wonder where the hell my money went. But mostly, am I weird for having issues with the novelty of 1- earning a real salary and 2- supporting my work-visa-deprived partner? We’ve had all the time in the world to think about it and talk about it and make our decision about this situation, but still, it does not feel nice to hand him my wallet every time he wants to buy bread or a book.
But most important of all, does this country have shoes my size that do not look absolutely ridiculous?
It’s going to be one intense month of May.