Starting To Pack My Things
Packing is weird.
This morning I couldn't sleep so I threw all my clothes into two big piles: things that are going, and things that are staying.
The majority of what I'm bringing home is just clothes. I'm also taking a few small knick knacks and my computer. Scraping the pictures off the walls is tough work. My apartment is starting to look as bland and white as it did when I first got here.
I can't believe I'm really doing this. I probably won't realize it until I get on the plane.
I put American money back in my wallet today. It was weird to look at it. My own currency seems foreign to me.
I wonder how it'll be when I get back home. I think I'll either get right back into the swing of things, or it'll take me a long time to get used to it.
8 months doesn't seem like a long time, but it was enough to get me used to living here.
I'm not sad to leave though. I'm really bored with all the places around downtown, all the temples in the countryside. I've seen all there is to see, and four months more would just be overkill.
My dad sent me an email today because I called Aaron about legal questions, and he wanted to know if I was okay. I haven't told him I'm coming home yet, but I will later tonight. I don't know how he's going to take it. On the one hand he's my dad so he has to be supportive of me if I'm in a terrible situation and this is the only way I can get out of it. On the other hand I don't if he'll understand what a horrible position I'm in. Oh well oh well. I'm coming home and that's all there is to it. I paid for my ticket. I'm gone. I leave Sunday the 12th at 6 p.m. Sheesh.
Mom has of course been really supportive. For some reason it didn't even catch her by surprise. I guess she has mother's intuition or something and could sense I was going crazy.
Tasha and Jen seem to be taking it pretty hard. I haven't told Jama because I don't want to put her in a position where her honesty would be tested. I'm sure she'll understand why I left.
Rosie tried to make our schedules less of a burden by giving us more break time, but she wouldn't cut my hours at all, so it would just mean I'd have to work until 7 everyday. It's nice to know she tried at least. I was under the impression that they just didn't give a crap.
I can't tell if they know at work if I'm leaving or not. They certainly are acting suspicious, but I think that's because they're nervous. All the same, John in particular is making it very hard for me to sneak into the break room and take back my diploma.
Tasha said she might come over today and help me get boxes if I need to mail anything. I don't think I will. A lot of this stuff I'm happy to leave behind. I might mail home some of the larger things I'm still fond of though.. like pillows and stuffed animals.
I took all my money out of the bank today. It makes me nervous walking around with it but I think it's safer then attempting a money transfer that may or may not work, and then not being able to get back into Korea to attempt the transfer again.
I have too many books. They're heavy and I'm pretty sure I'm only allowed 70 lbs between the two suitcases that I can check. Of course in my case I need to check a violin as well. I hope they don't break it.
There's so much to do in the next 3 days that I'm going a little silly trying to cover it all while still working. Maybe I should just run for the hills now and abandon all my shit. The idea has appeal...
At any rate it'll be worth it to be back home with my family, my friends, and the boy that I lovezor. I'm really looking forward to it even though I know I'll be foggy and creeped out for a bit. I mean, everyone will be able to speak English.... WEIRD!!!
Okay, I'm going to run off to my gohap class so I can say goodbye and grab my uniform.
Later I was planning to play at communes but I might be too burnt out by then. We'll see. I'm expected.
Sorry for the long rant but I had to get that all out somehow and I can't just blab to Tasha and Jen all the time. E-journals were invented for this sort of thing right? Anyways, take care of yourselves! See you in a few.. God it feels weird to say that! (=
-M
This morning I couldn't sleep so I threw all my clothes into two big piles: things that are going, and things that are staying.
The majority of what I'm bringing home is just clothes. I'm also taking a few small knick knacks and my computer. Scraping the pictures off the walls is tough work. My apartment is starting to look as bland and white as it did when I first got here.
I can't believe I'm really doing this. I probably won't realize it until I get on the plane.
I put American money back in my wallet today. It was weird to look at it. My own currency seems foreign to me.
I wonder how it'll be when I get back home. I think I'll either get right back into the swing of things, or it'll take me a long time to get used to it.
8 months doesn't seem like a long time, but it was enough to get me used to living here.
I'm not sad to leave though. I'm really bored with all the places around downtown, all the temples in the countryside. I've seen all there is to see, and four months more would just be overkill.
My dad sent me an email today because I called Aaron about legal questions, and he wanted to know if I was okay. I haven't told him I'm coming home yet, but I will later tonight. I don't know how he's going to take it. On the one hand he's my dad so he has to be supportive of me if I'm in a terrible situation and this is the only way I can get out of it. On the other hand I don't if he'll understand what a horrible position I'm in. Oh well oh well. I'm coming home and that's all there is to it. I paid for my ticket. I'm gone. I leave Sunday the 12th at 6 p.m. Sheesh.
Mom has of course been really supportive. For some reason it didn't even catch her by surprise. I guess she has mother's intuition or something and could sense I was going crazy.
Tasha and Jen seem to be taking it pretty hard. I haven't told Jama because I don't want to put her in a position where her honesty would be tested. I'm sure she'll understand why I left.
Rosie tried to make our schedules less of a burden by giving us more break time, but she wouldn't cut my hours at all, so it would just mean I'd have to work until 7 everyday. It's nice to know she tried at least. I was under the impression that they just didn't give a crap.
I can't tell if they know at work if I'm leaving or not. They certainly are acting suspicious, but I think that's because they're nervous. All the same, John in particular is making it very hard for me to sneak into the break room and take back my diploma.
Tasha said she might come over today and help me get boxes if I need to mail anything. I don't think I will. A lot of this stuff I'm happy to leave behind. I might mail home some of the larger things I'm still fond of though.. like pillows and stuffed animals.
I took all my money out of the bank today. It makes me nervous walking around with it but I think it's safer then attempting a money transfer that may or may not work, and then not being able to get back into Korea to attempt the transfer again.
I have too many books. They're heavy and I'm pretty sure I'm only allowed 70 lbs between the two suitcases that I can check. Of course in my case I need to check a violin as well. I hope they don't break it.
There's so much to do in the next 3 days that I'm going a little silly trying to cover it all while still working. Maybe I should just run for the hills now and abandon all my shit. The idea has appeal...
At any rate it'll be worth it to be back home with my family, my friends, and the boy that I lovezor. I'm really looking forward to it even though I know I'll be foggy and creeped out for a bit. I mean, everyone will be able to speak English.... WEIRD!!!
Okay, I'm going to run off to my gohap class so I can say goodbye and grab my uniform.
Later I was planning to play at communes but I might be too burnt out by then. We'll see. I'm expected.
Sorry for the long rant but I had to get that all out somehow and I can't just blab to Tasha and Jen all the time. E-journals were invented for this sort of thing right? Anyways, take care of yourselves! See you in a few.. God it feels weird to say that! (=
-M
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