The world of Seoul aka my tiny 4 block radius.

I’ve found myself living in on of the largest cities in the world, next to the 5th largest subway station in the city. An you say crowds, neon lights, fish smells, formally dressed workers for businessmen to gym workers. The Koreas have the best customer service I’ve ever seen. With my fellow teachers’ nonexistent Korean, we try to communicate with writing and hand gestures. We pay in big bills, because we don’t know our number’s yet. We struggle with taking off our shoes in each other’s homes, gym lockers, and some restaurants. We wave back to bus loads of giggling, waving school girls. And try not to say hi if we seen other westerner in an elevator. We get stocked in the subway by the retired generations of Koreans (who stand in subway stations, socializing, people watching, and listening to random musicians) they try out their English on us, ask where we are from, and assume we are students. We refuse to wear gym uniforms, believing that we are individuals and out grew uniforms in the 7th grade. Koreans take comfort in dressing the same and being in a communal society. We are told to eat rice w/ large spoons, give and receive money with two hands extended. And get stared at where ever we go, even though we are in the capitol city.