Remember when someone older than you–perhaps your parents, but for me it was my Uncle Wayne–told you how time begins to move a lot faster as you get older? Of course, when you’re young you’re not thinking about that. And, since you’re not thinking about it, you don’t notice how time begins to start speeding up and speeding up, until you’re about to turn 34 years old and white hairs are beginning to pop up on your chinny-chin-chin.
Turns out that’s not the only one they were right about. While today is Day 55 for me in South Korea, it feels like I have been here long enough that, somehow, some things have become routine. This couldn’t be. I mean, I was in South Korea for 55 days in 2010. Of course, a lot of the time then was spent being unhappy. It’s amazing how commonplace a big-ass bag of dried anchovies staring back at you can become when you’re just living your life.
And, I had heard people tell me this before. Give it time and even the weirdest, most Korean things will feel normal. Well, normal may not be quite the right word.
This got me thinking about what might still seem whacked out were I looking at this blog back home. If I was still working for Patch, or somewhere else in New Jersey, in the U.S., somewhere else and not about to conclude my second month in Busan, what photographic evidence of this adventure would I look at and go, in my best Keanu, “whoa.” Or, at the very least acknowledge that as something I surely wouldn’t see at home.
May I present the first of a hopefully continuing semi-regular series of photos for those still on the outside. For those not about to ROK, I salute you.
Part One: Domestic Korea