I took the bus into Gwangju (literally, Province of Light) yesterday evening, to meet my friend Mr Lee. We had dinner at a hweh (sashimi) place and talked for a few hours. He ordered some infamous Korean mulberry wine, which tastes ok. I gave him the gift I'd bought for him when I went to Australia. We talked about New Zealand, since he actually knows quite a bit about the country, having traveled there. He said something in Maori.
Mr Lee is really a very amazing Korean. He talks, sometimes, like a philosophy book that's been run through google translate. Which is to say, I know he's amazingly smart and intellectual, and I wish we could communicate better, although his English (not to mention his Spanish) is definitely better that 99% of Koreans (non-gyopo) I know.
Anyway. It was so cold, biting wind. And dark. I took the bus back to Yeonggwang, and walked home in the cold.
I will be moving, tomorrow. My new apartment in Hongnong town will be very convenient to the school – literarlly across the schoolyard – but that has the drawback of feeling like your bosses are always watching you. And… there will be no internet. That will be deeply inconvenient.Argh. I'm really, really annoyed and angry about just simply the fact that they're making me move for a FOURTH time since starting this one year contract. They're so disorganized and inconsiderate. Moving is not trivial. You have to pack everything up, and unpack everything. I'm not interested in living life like a soldier on deployment – my home and its settled feeling is important to me. All this moving swallows up worry and time and energy. I need to deal with these feelings some how.