Tired....just a post for bitching
Most days I wake up feeling tired here. I could be especially cranky today since I woke up earlier than normal since I wanted to relax a bit before Ann and I go shopping. I literally sat up, turned my computer out of standby, and my mom started calling. I shouldn't have answered it. I enjoy talking to her but honestly get sick of talking about my day 20 times a day to 20 different people. Especially first thing in the morning before I've even wiped my sleepy eyes awake. She just asks questions and I have to drone on about my day, and to be honest it's like having your parent wanting to know every last detail of your day which wasn't that significant to begin with. The highlight of my conversation with her today (if I had stayed on skype) would have been that we ordered pizza and got beers at the mini mart. Not that significant, and it's just fucking annoying talking about myself to be honest.
Some days I'm busy enough or tired enough that I can go a few hours without thinking of E. Undoubtedly at the end of the day though, I lay in bed and just wish I was back in LA with him. I can't even call missing him and home homesickness....it's more like missing the man + countrysickness. I miss understanding everything that's going on around me. I miss being able to read everything. I miss blending into the crowd. I miss getting treated like everyone else. I miss E's laugh. I miss playing footsie at night. I miss going into the grocery store, picking up a bag/box/package of something, and being able to read and understand how to make what's in the package instead of wondering if I can just wing making this food item or if I'll end up going without dinner. I miss laying in the grass (not that I got to do that much in LA, but still). I miss the lack of humidity. I miss tap water. I miss feeling good in the mornings instead of having headaches. I miss having no one care if I can eat kimchi or not. I miss not being asked 23049324 times if I like spicy food. I miss not getting asked if I can use chopsticks. I miss not hearing people say "migook" when I'm around. I miss Americans who think that wearing a face mask makes you freaking creepy and strange. I miss clear skies. I miss the controlled order in which people walk on the street in the US. I miss open spaces. I miss driving. I miss hugs.
I should be positive....I like being able to disappear for hours/days, knowing that no one here really cares about me (except for Ann). I like walking everywhere. I like the students when they're acting like little fucking angels. I like the new food. I like the mountains and nature. I like how people hock (I don't know if that's the right spelling, oh well) up loogies and spit them in the street. I like spending time with Ann, whom I'm discovering I have a ton in common with (moreso than before). I like seeing the hazy moon at night. I like taking the subway across the Han river. Heck, I like taking the subway anywhere. I like the strange packages in shops. I like getting service, even if it is dried squid leg jerky (which I will never eat again).
Ann just skype'd me, gtg....
Some days I'm busy enough or tired enough that I can go a few hours without thinking of E. Undoubtedly at the end of the day though, I lay in bed and just wish I was back in LA with him. I can't even call missing him and home homesickness....it's more like missing the man + countrysickness. I miss understanding everything that's going on around me. I miss being able to read everything. I miss blending into the crowd. I miss getting treated like everyone else. I miss E's laugh. I miss playing footsie at night. I miss going into the grocery store, picking up a bag/box/package of something, and being able to read and understand how to make what's in the package instead of wondering if I can just wing making this food item or if I'll end up going without dinner. I miss laying in the grass (not that I got to do that much in LA, but still). I miss the lack of humidity. I miss tap water. I miss feeling good in the mornings instead of having headaches. I miss having no one care if I can eat kimchi or not. I miss not being asked 23049324 times if I like spicy food. I miss not getting asked if I can use chopsticks. I miss not hearing people say "migook" when I'm around. I miss Americans who think that wearing a face mask makes you freaking creepy and strange. I miss clear skies. I miss the controlled order in which people walk on the street in the US. I miss open spaces. I miss driving. I miss hugs.
I should be positive....I like being able to disappear for hours/days, knowing that no one here really cares about me (except for Ann). I like walking everywhere. I like the students when they're acting like little fucking angels. I like the new food. I like the mountains and nature. I like how people hock (I don't know if that's the right spelling, oh well) up loogies and spit them in the street. I like spending time with Ann, whom I'm discovering I have a ton in common with (moreso than before). I like seeing the hazy moon at night. I like taking the subway across the Han river. Heck, I like taking the subway anywhere. I like the strange packages in shops. I like getting service, even if it is dried squid leg jerky (which I will never eat again).
Ann just skype'd me, gtg....