It’s 8:30am on the east coast of America.
A lot of my friends are awake.
They’re preparing to head to a job that they’d rather not go to.
If they had the option, they would sleep for an extra hour.
Or an extra day.
It’s 10:30pm where I am.
I just had a full day minus 6 hours of doing whatever I want.
And the 6 hours are full of fun.
I teach kids how to do what I could do since as far back as I can remember.
Speak English.
What a job.
When I wake up at 9am KST, I won’t be thinking about getting an extra hour of sleep.
Not even an extra minute.
I’ll smile.
Then I’ll think about how I don’t have to be to work until 1pm.
I’ll think about how great it is to be here.
Then I’ll think about the arboretum that I’m going to take pictures at before work.
I’ll take a hot shower in water that’s unsafe to drink.
I’ll go to a Korean restaurant around the corner.
I’ll order my favorite breakfast dish – omorisay.
It’s an omellete filled with rice.
Or maybe I’ll get dool-sok-bee-bim-pop.
It’s seaweed, sprouts, a fried eggs, and a ton of other stuff in a hot bowl.
Hmmmmm…
Maybe I’ll try something new with an equally weird name.
I’ll decide when I get there.
Then I’ll head to the arboretum.
I’ll take the amazing pictures of what I find inside.
I’ll walk back home with a huge smile on my face.
The Korean people who cross my path will stare at me like they always do.
I’ll imagine they’re staring because I’m famous.
Or because I’m ridiculously handsome.
At least one of these is true.
I’ll get back home.
I’ll put my pictures on my computer.
I’ll smile as I see each one appear on the screen.
I’ll laugh at the one of the little Korean kid posing for me.
They seem to really like cameras.
I’ll sit back.
I’ll relax.
I’ll marvel at the fact that I’m actually living in Korea.
I’ll take a deep breath.
I’ll let it out slowly.
Out of nowhere, I’ll remember the two girls I met during lunch the other day.
I’ll put a reminder in my phone to call both of them around 3pm to meet up tonight.
I’ll giggle.
Then I’ll remember that I have to go to “work”.
I’ll giggle again.
It’s not even noon.
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