For many of you who don't know me too well, I am an American born South Korean. I can't speak Korean, but can understand it more or less. I hope that I can become fluent in it someday, but at the moment Chinese has become a priority on my list. I've never been to South Korean, but I plan to go there in the near future. Also, I have never been out of the United States, until now.
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| "Let's all play nicely now, single file..." |
Now back to my point about culture shock creeping up on me. The biggest shock to me was not my incapability of speaking to people, but a culmination of several things. The truth is I was prepared for this and already accepted that communication was not going to be easy, so it didn't bother me too much. The fact that I was in a different country didn't really occur to me till much later. Although small, one of the first things I learned about not being in America is that drinks are not served with ice and that meals are not always eaten with a beverage. The next factor was order. When I say order, I'm referring to order in behavior, specifically lines. Whether it be a two person line at a convenient store, a bus, bank, or whatever, you will be skipped... accept it. I know in America it's pretty common to wait for the person in front of you to finish paying for something or finish what they are doing, but seriously, I mean seriously, is it so hard for someone to wait behind me to pay for my damn goods?! Okay I'm getting angry without explaining the situation... I've been to convenient stores to buy whatever it is that I needed for that day. You know, what you go to a convenient store for, right? Anyways, on more than one occasion, I've been at the counter with my supplies on the counter ready to pay to have some lazy, impatient, and ignorant fool literally hand their goods to the cashier over my shoulder behind me. Seriously?! I'm looking at them right in the eyes and they have the audacity to skip me like that. What makes these individuals think their time is any more important than mine? Okay, well... this frankly just irritates me so I'm going to move onto the left thing, drinking water.
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| "Water water everywhere" |
I didn't realize how valuable water was until I no longer had complete access to it from my sink. If you read my previous blog post, you would understand why I value water so much now.
Next on the list would have to be laundry machines. I've been living in a hotel room ever since I have been to China. I do not have a mini-fridge, microwave, or access to a laundry machine. To be honest, all of these items are luxury items and I've learned that I could easily live without them. You would think that China is filled with laundry mats right? Hah! Wrong!! China, unlike America, is not filled with laundry mats, instead it is filled with dry cleaners that charge you a pretty penny for every article of clothing. If I were to get every piece of clothing dry cleaned I would be broke in no time. In order to deal with my dilemma, I've resorted to hand washing all of my cloths. Also it's pretty common for local people to hand wash their cloths in many areas as well. It's a lot easier to throw in all my clothes into a washer and walk away then come back and throw everything into a dryer, but I guess I was just spoiled with access to a washer and dryer. Now I result to hand washing what can fit in my sink and air dry all of my clothes. I know it's a bit of a change but I've grown accustomed to doing this. It's not so bad once you get used to it, and it's debatably better for your clothes too. For those of you who are reading this, you're starting to get jealous of me right?
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| "No holes. Looks like it was a good day." |
Another thing I would have never expected was a privileged is take out boxes. In China it's pretty common to get a bag instead of a takeout box.... "Wait...What...?" you might be saying. Well I'm so glad you asked! On my first weekend in China I had to go out and get dinner for the first time on my own. I was hungry so I needed food. To make things better, I had no idea where any restaurants were and if anything was safe to eat. Also, it was the rainy season and it was pouring outside. After navigating through many alleys and streets and getting a little lost for about forty-five minutes, I gave up and decided to eat at a hole in the wall. I ordered some noodles and asked to have it to go. The man walked out with soup and noodles, not in a box or container, but literally in a bag. It was my first experience getting food on my own, and I honestly could not stop smiling on the way back to my hotel room because I couldn't believe it. I had nothing to eat my soup and noodles in a bag in other than my hotel room's tea kettle, so I got a little creative and poured everything into the kettle and had a wonderful meal for one. I recently made an investment is a large bowl. They're kinda useful if you ask me.
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| "Mmmmmmmm" |
As a result of writing this, I've realized that there is a lot more I want to say. I'm sure the list of things will also continue to grow so keep following me if you have some free time and would like to know how I am doing. I think I'll save the rest for a "Part 2" post.
Although a lot of this seems to be different, I'm enjoying every moment of it. I love being in a new country and adapting to my surroundings.




