I miss you guys very much. I know I'm a piss-poor blogger, with my sporadic updates, but I felt compelled to say that. =) I also know I'm very poor at communication via Skype, phone, etc...but that doesnt mean that I dont miss you all to pieces. I do.
Nothing too much new here. The job is the same. My co-workers are the same. I met some new friends. Mellow, cool friends. But they dont compare to my arsenal back home. ;-)
I suppose I dont really feel too much like a month-long update right now. Just wanted to drop by and say: "I LOVE YOU!"
Happy Mama's Day, loves!

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-- e.e. cummings

I think I'll let it be a surprise that I have continued my blogging, seemingly out of the blue. LOL. The chances of anyone checking it after SOOOO freaking long without me writing seems unlikely, so I may have to alert the press that I'm again a blogger! Yay!
Okay, I digress... Month-by-month blow-by-blow
January: I had two weeks of English winter camp this month, with my vice principal hovering over me with his beady little eyes. Okay, he wasnt hovering (he actually was never really physically present) but he was always there spiritually cause he instilled the fear of God into my co-teachers. They, in turn, made me crazy with all their, "You're leaving early? Dont let the vice principal see you!" and "You're so brave! The vice principal wouldnt like that!" Well, let the damn vice principal tell me himself, the lazy bastard. He delegated from home the whole time, anyway.
I also recieved quite the indecent proposal this month. Scenario: I was s'posed to meet my friend A at the subway station to visit Songtan and get some good Thai food. I go to the subway and this tall, gangly white guy is there to meet me instead. I, in retrospect, should have been wary about such a guy, as he still smelled like liquor and chain smoking like no one's business. He comes up to me and says, "Lacey?" and I'm like, "Yeah?" And he tells me that he's A's friend, S, and that he was sent because she was sick, but she wanted him to help me get a Korean cell phone. How he planned on doing that wasted, I didnt know, but whatever I'll take any help I can get, with my school not being very prompt with that issue. So, anywho, he tells me what I had already suspected (he was intoxicated) and he's crazy (which he hadnt said expressly, but managed to figure out from key statements like "I'm an advocate of hardcore drug use. I think the world would be better with more addicts." and "I got arrested in Cambodia for sodomy, although it wasnt really sodomy if it's consentual, right?"). At this point, I' ve been months without any took for communication and am desperate enough to follow him to a phone store, where he surprises me by leaving his drug addled state long enough to communicate in Korean that I would like a cell phone.
I am so grateful, that I agree to accompany Crazy to a nearby bar for a soju cocktail. While there, he begins getting stranger. Snippet of convo:
Crazy: "I've never told anyone this, but I feel like I can trust you, you know?"
Me: "Uh, okay?"
Crazy: "I have a secret fantasy of being tied up and having someone be mean to me."
Me: "What?"
Crazy: "You know, being helpless while someone is mean to me. It totally turns me on."
Me: "Um...so...what grade do you teach?"
Crazy: "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
Me: "Yes."
Crazy: "Well, I wanted to know if you would be interested in that type of thing. I find you attrative... I would be willing to pay you 15,000 dollars, American, if you would agree to come with me to a 'love' motel and do it."
Me: "You know, I have to go and meet a friend for lunch. Nice meeting you!"
Exit stage left, Lacey.

Other January news:
I met a guy, who I am still kicking it with. We'll call him D. D is a Canadian (a normal one, unlike crazy) who is super sweet, cute, tall, and caramel-colored. =) Nice. We went on a date, which ended up being a pleasant surprise, because at that point he was more or less rebound for H back home. I just wanted a distraction, and he provided one quite nicely.

February: Soo-prise!
February was a month of surprises. First there was more or less a death of a friendship that happened within the span of three weeks or so. First, I should mention that during the past month and a half, I had begun hanging out with MH, from the previous posts, with more and more frequency. He was funny, smart and basically something to do. Which sounds really, really horrible, but its true-- his appeal, at first, was that I was bored and he provided something for me to do besides think of home. But after awhile, I realized (surprise!) that I actually liked being around him, and I wanted to become genuine friends with him. And...then it started getting wierd. I began to mention D to him and he would become increasingly hostile and pissed. I kinda brushed it off, although that might not have been a good idea, but I didnt want to read anything into it. And then he outright told me not to bring D around him unless I wanted him to start some shit. This was shortly followed by a confession of "feelings" towards me, which I also tried to brush off. Again, a mistake.
To synopsize the whole episode, it got too wierd and immature for me to want to be involved. I will expound in further detail in later posts if its a popular demand, but the shortest answer is it was the death of a short, but sweet friendship. =( Sad, no?
Other February news: New friends!!!! I became closer with several people this month, who you will likely be hearing about in other posts.
Ade: black girl from another HBCU whose sister went to Spelman with me. Mutual friends, including MH, bought us together. Fiercely funny, but also sometimes moody and fickle. Likes to drink, can shot just about any liquor put in a shot glass.
Bri: cute blonde from VA. Ade and Bri are BFF here and come as a package deal. Which is awesome considering that they are both pretty fucking awesome and I always have a good time with them. Party animal.
L: Ro (from previous post)'s former roommate. Korean-American, smart as hell, funny and a genuinely sweet girl.

I went to the American military base in Songtan with Ade and Bri in February and had an AWESOME time in Feb. I did NOT expect to cause, we had a precarious start. What happened was we decided to have girl's night on Friday at Ade's apartment and then on Saturday we would take the train to Songtan to meet up with this guy Bri was interested in. Friday, we had a great time with wine and a movie. Saturday, we load on the train and ride to Songtan, and Bri says "Its a good thing you guys are coming because ________ told me to bring some girls!" Now, earlier, Bri had said that ________ was a nice country boy, with an 'adorable' accent. I didnt want to say anything, but I was wondering, "Does this guy know that the girls that she's bringing are black?" I mean, I didnt know if there would have been some disappointment to find out "Ta-dah! We're black!"
So, we get the Songtan and ________ meets us there, and he is pretty much what I expected; corn-fed country boy with an accent. He doesnt show any surprise at seeing Ade and me, but I dont know if he has a good poker face or if Bri gave him a heads up. So, we get to the house, and meet his roomies-- 3 huge, white guys from the South who, also, in the military. I was worried, to say the least, cause it was bit awkward. But then liquor started to pour and the party began. LOL. I love how alcohol is a the social lubricant of life.
So, we eat and have drink. And more drinks. And shots. And a general good time. At one point during the night, Bri comes up to me and says, "_________'s roommate thinks you're hot!" I'm slightly wasted at that point, so I'm confused. She tells me the cutest of the 3 is the one that is feeling me, which is flattering but I dont know what I'm expected to do about it, so I decide to ignore it. Except he wont let me. The whole night, he acts likes my freaking bodyguard; he wont let any guys near me. Cock blocking like it is his profession. At first, I was little pissed, but then I was like, "Oh well!" and moved on. LOL. I was drunk, what can I say?
BTW-- _____________ will now be known as Bri's BF, as they are now dating.
BF's Roommate will now be known as Three.
They will both be featured in future blogs, no doubt.
March: School is beginning!

More later, my loves!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, okay I have been reprehensibly absent from the blog scene for about a month, depriving you guys of the mundane goings on in my life in Korea. =) Thank you, Tacha, for not letting me go quietly into the night, to rage against my dying blog. LOL. Okay, so a LOT has happened in the last 6 weeks, more then would be feasible for me to write in one single post. However, you guys should know that I will be updating my blog with greater frequency, fervency and sordid detail. This really short post will be followed in the coming hours, days, whatever by posts which update you guys in two week intervals what has happened. So expect three new posts detailing the last three, EVENTFUL, PAINFUL, EXHILARATING, SHAMING, WONDERFUL, and REVEALING weeks. Trust me, you want to stick around for the ride. I'll be writing for you soon. And thats a promise you can count on.

Hey guys! Sorry I've been MIA lately. With the holidays coming up, like right around the corner, I've been super busy. And honestly, I'm getting rather homesick and sometimes its easier for me to not remind myself of what I'm missing. =(
So, the last week as been really busy. I've met a slew of new people to hang with, so for everyone who was sending up good thoughts for me-- thank you. They worked. LOL. This past Wednesday, I went to a native English teacher workshop for the day at this Korean university. When I was first walking up the building, I was surrounded by Koreans and when I walked through the doors it was "Hello Middle America!" LOL-- There were TONS of people there from my province and they were all speaking English! It was like heaven for my ears.
I met my friend L there, the guy from Iowa, and we started mingling. Halfway through a conversation with someone, these girls came up and started speaking to me another language. I know my face was looking crazy for a second there, and L looked just as confused. I said, "I'm sorry, what?" And they were like, "You're American?" Uh, yeah honey. I said, "Yeah, from Michigan." Turns out they thought I was South African and were talking Afrikaans to me. I dont know what it is about me that screams "NOT AMERICAN!" but its starting to get a little concerning. That happened to me THREE times after that-- one guy even thought he knew me from Cape Town. Which leads me to believe that I dont look South African, only that I look like a CERTAIN South African person that everyone knows maybe. Who the hell knows?
We, L and I, end up spending the rest of the day with the South African girls, who are very cool and have awesome accents. The workshop ends at 5:30, and L and I go to catch the bus back to the subway terminal. So, we're standing at the bus stop and I turn around and guess what I see strapped on to some guy's back? A Morehouse backpack thingy. Immediately, I go wtf? I tell L that this guy went to my "brother school" and say I'm going to go and talk to him. So, I tap his shoulder and go-- "When did you graduate?" He says "May 08" I say, "Shut up! Spelman '08!" This immediately starts a conversation and we talk about Senior Week (he was drunk as was I), Homecoming (he wasnt at this one, I was) and how we've never layed eyes in each other before meeting in freaking South Korea. Luck would also have it that he is also in the same city as me too. Go fucking figure.
He tells his friends, "Hey guys, this is my Spelman sister!" and invites L and I to go out to dinner that night. L says he cant cause he's tired, but I say that I'm totally down. So, he and his friends and I go out to dinner and have an awesome time. One girl, a Korean American from California, is soooo cool and we become fast friends. She's hilarious too. She said her parents encouraged her to come over here because they want her to meet a nice Korean boy since she has a lamentable habit of being attracted to black guys. Ha! So, anywho, we make plans to spend the holidays together at Morehouse's apt and then hitting up another party later that evening.
So, that was part one of my week. That weekend, I caught strep throat but I didnt let that keep me from doing a little shopping. I met up at the mall with a new small town Canadian friend, who is also overweight, but this one is completely normal. She just walks reeeeaaaaalllllllyyyy slowly, which annoys me to no end. But she's really sweet, so that makes up for it. =) I bought two pairs of boots, a leather bag, a facial system from The Body Shop and some tights for about 130,000 won. About 95 American dollars. Whenever I'm down on Korea, shopping always takes away the bad taste in my mouth.
I'm going back to Seoul this weekend too. I'm headed to Itaewon, which is a huge foreigner district because its located right next the US base, and I'm super excited. Doubtless, I'll have plenty of stories to tell about that one. Its going to be interesting, cause it'll be me, A, Nice S.T. Canadian and a gay guy that I met going together. None of these people have ever met before, and I can only hope that they will all get along nicely. I dont know how thats going to work out yet, cause A has already started asking me, "So, is your fat friend going to be able to keep up? I mean, is the walking going to be a big problem?" And I havent yet mentioned that Nice S.T. Canadian walks reeeeaaaaallllllllyyyy slowly yet and dont think I'm going to say anything about it. She'll find out sooner or later, right? But I dont think, D, the gay guy will be a problem. Every girl loves a good gay guy, right? And he's from Michigan too. =) I'm planning on adopting him as my new gay friend since I dont have Tionne anymore. =( I miss that kid. Anywho, you have just been updated, my friends!!! Merry Christmas if I dont get to tell you later!!!! Love you all!

I spent the weekend watching Seasons 4-6 of Sex and City, rounding out almost 2 weeks of effort to complete the series. By Season 5 (or IN Season 5), Carrie began annoying me-- bad, I know, since I usually love Carrie. But it occurred to me that important shit happened in Season 5-- pregnancy, divorce, etc. and all she could focus on was her very non- important love life. I think it reminded me of myself and that’s why it annoyed the hell out of me. So, if I ever brushed anyone off or made your relationships and life minor because of my own unimportant musings, I apologize. =)
So, that was my unspectacular weekend… I stayed in all weekend, ate dumplings and watched SATC. I probably put on about 5 pounds, which I will likely drop during the school week when I have to eat snails, octopus or something similar during school lunch. Yummy. =P
Okay, if I tell you something, you must PROMISE that I will not become an object of ridicule and speculation. You cannot call one another and say, “Awww, Lacey is so sad.” Because I’m not sad, necessarily, just mildly desperate. Which all resulted in the story that I will now tell you. =) LOL.
So, about a week ago, I began feeling desperate for company when I realized that my closest friends here are two Korean students who keep me company during class breaks. Granted, my Iowan and Canadian friends are awesome, but they are miles and miles and miles away in the country, while I’m firmly rooted in the Korean ghetto, right?
So…I put out a personals ad. Yes, I did and I am not ashamed to admit it. Not a “Hey, lets fuck!” personals ad, but a “Hey! If you’re as bored as me and live in my city, lets hang!” one. It was strictly platonic and placed on a Facebook group aimed toward that sort of thing as well as on Craigslist. Was it a moment of sheer insanity? I don’t know, but I will say I was bored, having read all of Perez Hilton, People.com and watching all the new videos on Youtube, and it seemed like a capital idea!
So, I began getting all these hits back from different people. Some were indeed perverted, some misguided, but most seemed to echo my feelings exactly. The feeling of “Well, if you speak English and I speak English, why the hell don’t go shopping together or something?” I emailed the normal people back, deleted and blocked the pervs and began my friend search in earnest. I mean, I don’t want to pat my own back, but I’m pretty awesome friend material. I mean, I kind of like hanging out with myself, and I’m ME…although the relationship has gone sour because I’ve been spending too much time alone in my own company. Bleech.
So the Great Friend Search, as I like to call it, began with a bang. I got a couple of emails from girls and guys who are pretty close to where I live, but decided to play it safe by emailing only the girls first. One, who I’ll call AG, seems really cool. She’s 22, from Maine and said that we had almost identical interests and should get together to go Christmas shopping. Which, of course, I love-- English and shopping seem pretty wonderful at this point. She seems, dare I say it, normal. The other girl who emails me, I’ll call her Small Town Canadian, seems fine at first. She’s 25 and, well, from a small town in Canada. She emails, says what her interests are, and follows it up immediately with a ranting email. She says how much she cant stand Korea, blah, blah, blah. Okay, so we all know I’m not IN LOVE with Korea, but I require any company I keep here to at least tolerate it to help keep MY morale up.
So, Small Town Canadian emails me and I email back and she friends me on Facebook and writes me a message there too. I’m like, wow she’s even more desperate for company than I am…I mean, and she has 2 native English teachers at her school to hang out with too. So, on this message she says, ‘Well I was emailing this one girl here but then she wrote me all of the sudden and said that we couldn’t be friends because we don’t have similar interests! How fucked is that?!’
Well, it IS pretty fucked, but if Small Town Canadian is acting anything like she is now then I can kind of see where this girl is going with the ‘nothing in common’ route. She was probably trying to spare her feelings, instead of saying ‘You may be a psycho, so its best we not meet.’ So, I check out her Fbook profile, to see if I notice anything that, even vaguely, says “I’m crazy”-- I find out that she is….well, really overweight. Like, maybe ¾'s the size of Ora Monet or Liz Purnell…for all the non-Spelmanites who don’t know who Ora or Liz is, I will say that she is probably a stone’s throw away from the size of a baby orca whale. And I say that with a straight face. No laughing, because I am entirely serious.
I am surprised by this fact, but in no way prejudiced. And then I begin to look through the information section of the Facebook, where her about me says “I am the beacon of fashion and class in my community.” and “People always tell me that they envy my style and sophistication.” And I see that despite being the size of a large salt water mammal, she is clearly not lacking any self confidence, which I think it rather impressive. I mean, something’s gotta be said for that, right?
Until I see the “Very Conservative” under her political views…I begin wondering “Exactly HOW conservative?” The only conservative person I talk to on a regular basis is my dad, and I love him, so I kind of have to. I mean, I can deal with conservatism, but when I see a “very” before it, I start to think that it may be a bit extreme, which I would find very hard to tolerate. We can have different opinions on things and that’s fine, but if we have TOTALLY different beliefs and we’re not related then I don’t have to be bothered.
I shamelessly look through her photos. She poses with rifles at Canadian NRA meetings…she’s protesting against gay rights at a rally, wearing a t-shirt that has two “F”s on top of each other on the front and on the next photograph there’s a picture of her rather large back with the words “Uck” and “Ags” in the same position as the two Fs are on the front….I’m sure you can get the picture…then, she’s double fisting beers and licking some fat Asian guy’s stomach at a bar after what I am assuming is a body shot…she’s holding up a furry animal by the tail after shooting it…and….she’s at a John McCain rally in Michigan holding up a sign that says “Barack HUSSEIN OSAMA-- Leader of the Free World? Fuck no!” And no, there is no misspelling on the “Osama” part-- that’s what the sign said. And she crossed a border and went through customs just hold that sign up. Cheers!
So… I guess that means we could have different interests, then right? After seeing such “style” and “sophistication” I then begin to think I understand what this other girl meant when she said that she and Small Town Canadian have un-similar point of views. I mean, frankly, I’m surprised she even left her small town to come to Korea-- doing something like that would require a slightly more open mind than it appears she possesses.
I decide not to respond to any more emails, after a brief message that it appears I will be transferred to the Korean countryside and wont be in the area any longer. I de-friended her and quietly continued on with my day. Okay, so if I didn’t do crazy shit like post for friends on the Internet then this kind of stuff wouldn’t happen. But you guys also wouldn’t get any stories like this, right?
Ha! You know you love me and my antics. =)

So, guys, you know Christmas is coming up just around the river bend and I have to ask you for a favor. =) Be the ghost of Christmas Kindness and please grant my request if you're able. If you have a) a webcam or digital camera and b) 3-5 minutes to spare would you mind recording a Christmas-type greeting for me? On Christmas Eve, I will be forced to come to school so I'm throwing a huge American-style Christmas party. The students here LOVE to listen and look at American people (they're always asking me to call people on Skype) and I want to link all the messages I can get from friends and afmily together so that they can see it in a sort montage-thingy...so, let me know if you can. I'd like to have everyone who can do one sent it to me by the 20th, so keep updated! Talk to you soon!

xoxo

Before I start on my very, very eventful weekend, let me note that I, in fact we ALL, are very misinformed. For some reason, America must attract that cast-off Koreans, the Koreans that Korea doesn’t think is very pretty. Cause these Korean boys are CUTE. Well, pretty would be a better description. No, seriously before I came over here I thought, “Well, there wont be any eye-candy, but at least I’ll have money…” Wrong. About the eye-candy part, anyways. Cause every time I go out, I see plenty of delicious Koreans for every eye. Hehehe. You have the preppy ones, the hipster ones, the corporate ones, the hip-hop ones, the laid-back ones…and they all dress well too. While I don’t think I would date a Korean guy, rest assured that I am not lacking for nice things to look at while I‘m abroad. ;-)
Hmmm, so my weekend was pretty eventful indeed, chicas. Saturday, I showed up at school in the early am for the class-showing get together thing. Mrs. Lee basically shooed me away anytime I attempted to help (she could probably smell my un-enthusiasm OR my distinct lack of decorating flair), so I was relegated to the office where I surfed CNN and face book all day. You know, I was reading in my contract where it says I’m definitely NOT supposed to work on Saturdays…which I will be showing Mrs. Lee tomorrow, cause unless I’m getting paid for being there, then I will gladly stay at home sleeping in. =P So, I left the school early to meet my new friend A at Suwon Station, so we could go into Seoul and do some shopping. I came unprepared for the bitter cold and she…just wanted some new winter clothes I guess.
(Background info: A is probably late 20’s--I don’t know for sure-- and a 6-foot tall white girl with a penchant for wild makeup and clothes. Example: When I met her at the Station, she was wearing glittery-gold and black Adidas Classics and brightly pigmented fuchsia Mac eyeliner. She’s from Canadialand, but has been living in the east for about 4 years. She spent two years in Taiwan and has been in Korea for almost two years. She said she liked Taiwan way better then Korea-- its cheaper, the weather’s nicer, the people are nice and the women aren’t stooped-- but she now has a way cute Korean boyfriend who plays semi-pro golf so she will probably stay in Korea forever. Whew.)
A is super funny and says whatever the hell she wants wherever she wants to say it. She has a dislike for Korean women, because she says that act stupidly just because they’re expected to. She says “retard” in all seriousness and yet makes it charming. And for once, its nice to be a part of the conversation that no one ELSE understands. Ha! We’re on the subway train to Seoul and everyone is staring cause theres this tall white girl and a short black one speaking rapid-fire English and, damn, its nice not to be stared at alone. Hehehehe. She was very…free with her opinions, probably because no one else could understand that she was talking major triz-ash about Korea’s educational system, old ladies, women and alcoholic men. Whoopsie….
We get to Seoul, popping my Seoul cherry BTW, and its ammmmaaazing. I realize its kinda a blessing I’m not in Seoul, cause if I were I would be broke. Ha! There are sooo many stores, with things dirt ass cheap.
Side Note: For all you Econ majors, the exchange rate in $1.00= 1,700.00 KRW. Yes, Korea is probably the ONLY place in the world where the dollar is expensive.
So, I went wild. I had withdrew about 200,000 KRW from my bank account (around 175.00 American), and I had a surplus of money. I bought probably 8 sweaters, 5 camis, a pair of jeans and leather gloves for about 70 bucks…
After we finish our shopping extravaganza, we go to meet A’s boyfriend at this electronics district in Seoul. We go there for the express purpose of boot-leg DVDs, which a year ago used to be a thriving, open business until the Korean government put the smack down on it. So now, you have to know exactly where to go to get bootlegged DVDs. Now, when they we were first talking about bootlegs, I’m thinking “Oh, lord, please don’t take me to a jack-legged bootlegger….there are enough in Detroit. Not interested.” We go to this guy, A’s favorite boot-legger, and this guy has EVERYTHING. No seriously, all the seasons of Friends, House, and even Martin! Basically every other major network American show plus movies that have just recently made it to theaters to old-school classics. I have to admit that I’m impressed. Impressed, but still wary cause these could be low-quality movies, like the ones back home where you hear people laughing and see heads moving in front of the screen…but I succumb and buy season 1 through 6 of Sex and the City, Eagle Eye, and the House Bunny for 38,000 KRW (about 28 bucks). This was a freaking STEAL, but I was still nervous about the quality. So I get home and pop in DVD 1 of Season 1, SATC, and its perfect. No, seriously, its like watching the $250 set from Target. I even have menu options, language settings and scene selection. I pop in the movies and they are also perfect, like I purchased them from Blockbuster. WTF? So, I officially love Korea right now. Is that positive enough for you, Ren?
Wait, so let me backtrack, cause a big hunk of my Seoul experience is missing. We leave the electronic district (which has cheapie cheap everything electronic there-- I will be going back soon) and A tells me that we have to split up cause her and her boyfriend are going a different way then me. I experience mild panic, cause in the ride there, we had to transfer a few times and I cant read or speak real Korean. I’m like, “Shit, are you serious?” She tells me the train I have to get on and says it’s a straight shot, no transfer necessary and it will only take about 50 minutes. I’m nervous, but I’m a big girl so I say its fine I can do it. Of course, I end up getting lost on the Korean subway. I ride until the absolute end of the track and a Korean cleaning lady comes in and I say, “I’m lost! Suwon Station!! Suwon!” LOL. She speaks like rapid Korean and I say that I don’t speak Korean, only English. She is trying to explain to me, showing me the subway map and the conductor comes into the subway car. He speaks elementary English and explains that I need to stay on this train as it heads back to Seoul and tells me where I need to get off to transfer to the Suwon train. I sit and ride and when I get to the transfer point, he gets out of the little conductors’ box-thing and escorts me to the Suwon train and tells me how many stops it takes to get to Suwon and says “Be careful, okay?” I was like, “THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH.” Ha! Another thing to appreciate is that there are kind people everywhere. I mean, yeah, some of the Korean women can be nerve-wracking and look mean as hell and the men like to drink a little too much, but there are nice people here regardless.
I ride the train to Suwon Station and thankfully get on my bus home and am…happy. For the first time since I’ve been here, I feel braver and bigger almost like I can do anything. I just got lost on the Korean subway and made it back home. John Mayer had it right-- I’m bigger than my body gives me credit for.