"I need to buy eggs," I think without opening my eyes. Somewhere outside my window a bird tries to sing louder than both the six am construction hacking away at the sidewalk and the workers melding to creation new high-rise buildings across the street.
"Eggs," I think again, making a list, "bread, bananas, tomatoes."
And I kind of want kimchi fried rice for dinner later today. But it's Saturday, the fifteenth of September, and I'd already made plans to meet with friends at a brewery in Gwangan around seven.
Finally, the construction dulls to a quiet hum and I can hear that stubborn bird breaking into chorus.
"Eggs." I try drifting to sleep, get a few more hours in before my Skype "meeting" at eleven. "Bread. Bananas. Tomatoes."
That morning of the 15th marked my official one month anniversary of moving to Korea. I hadn't realized it until the day after, a sleepy Sunday before the start of a new work-week like any other Sunday in any other part of the world.
Do I give the whole shebang of a life-update? Tell you exactly how many friends I've made, sights I've seen, and epiphanies experienced? Or do I photo-dump and peace-out, use the rest of my current mid-term exams desk-warming time to brush up on my Korean?
To be honest, I think this post will read more like a diary...
From guides to rants.