Routine

The End of the Summer

It’s still hot in Korea. By hot I mean warm enough to prefer shorts to trousers but pleasant enough to consider the walk, wherever it is you’re going, enjoyable. Only this afternoon it started raining the kind of rain that smells of the heat that has warmed it. Like some kind of stagnant puddle water. And as it drops and hits the ground the water mixes with all the other smells walked into the street, then stewed up to create a black paste which seems to follow every foot’s step in the city. It’s a summer rain true, but not a high summer deluge.

When we returned to Korea from Ireland a little under two weeks ago we were told we had missed the worst of the summer. The breeze which we found chilly was a much welcomed breath of life into a country drained to exhaustion from the hottest of summers. We were grateful that we had chosen our flight dates well.


What’s So Routine About Mornings in South Korea?

Have I been here before?

I wake up, usually these days at about 9 or 9:30 a.m. I shake off the last remnants of a dream, sometimes about things at home, things in Korea, a combination of the two, grab my laptop from the nearby chair or floor, click off the SimplyNoise white noise site and go to Facebook. I then go to Gmail, lamenting likely over the lack of need to visit either so religiously and feeling a pang of guilt for the amount of time wasted on both. At least I don’t have a smartphone anymore.

If my bowels have not responded like clockwork by this point, I may check out some news stories on Pulse. But, usually, more often than not, I’ll head to the bathroom.


Vicarious, or, For Those Not About to ROK

Remember when someone older than you–perhaps your parents, but for me it was my Uncle Wayne–told you how time begins to move a lot faster as you get older? Of course, when you’re young you’re not thinking about that. And, since you’re not thinking about it, you don’t notice how time begins to start speeding up and speeding up, until you’re about to turn 34 years old and white hairs are beginning to pop up on your chinny-chin-chin.

Turns out that’s not the only one they were right about. While today is Day 55 for me in South Korea, it feels like I have been here long enough that, somehow, some things have become routine. This couldn’t be. I mean, I was in South Korea for 55 days in 2010. Of course, a lot of the time then was spent being unhappy. It’s amazing how commonplace a big-ass bag of dried anchovies staring back at you can become when you’re just living your life.


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