Communication Desires

Well, the past couple of days Chaz and I have decided to take it easy. We've wanted to relax and enjoy the last moments before going back to work, so mostly we've read and watched LOST Season 5 on the internet. Enjoyable? Yes. I've also dealt with a small bout of homesickness, so I think that was one of the reasons for staying in as well. Regardless, we're very ready to start school tomorrow. We can't help but feeling it will be somewhat of a solution to some of our problems. The issues of not fitting in and feeling completely out of place. If we can make friends and find someone to help us out, our feelings of loneliness and lost-ness will somewhat dissolve.

Anyway...we did manage to find our schools, so we know where we're going tomorrow. Mine is not a bad 20 minute walk from our apartment. The awful part will be, yup you guessed it, coming home. As I said before, we live halfway up a mountain. The only place to go from here is down (and back up to come home). You know my rant about our mountain (which I'm sure won't be the last)? Well, I want to show you exactly HOW FAR we must walk up this cursed monstrosity to get home from the subway.


See those teeeeny tiny buildings in the background? Yes, the ones in the red circle? We live in one of those. Chaz is standing just a little ways away from the subway station. Ugh.

Today, after hours of LOST, we finally decided to emerge from our abode to get something to eat. It took us forever to find a restaurant that didn't seem too intimidating to order from (and it had pictures at which to point), so we went in. What did we end up eating? Fried chicken. Yes, fried chicken. It was Korean-style, so it included a side of chili sauce, but it was fried chicken nonetheless. Not very adventurous, but delicious nonetheless.


So, on a completely unrelated note, here's one thing I find frustrating about Korea, and one reason I'm desperate to learn the language and fit in as soon as possible. Today, we had a ring at our doorbell. Now, this freaks me out because we have yet to meet someone who knows where we live (besides Kat, but she's not in Busan). So we open the door to find these cute Korean women. They start talking to us, and I'm like, "Uhh....English?" Do they try to gesture what they want? No. They start talking more in Korean. Finally I established they were sent from my school to clean our apartment. So they come in, and one woman hands us a can of roach killer. "No, no," I say and motion that we don't have roaches. I had called my school to tell them about our mold, but apparently they didn't understand. So then I show the woman the mold. "Oh," she says, and then mutters something in Korean. Then, they leave. That's it. No solution to the mold. And we don't see them again. AHHH!! We need some communication!