I wrote a post some time ago in November explaining my misery in being here in Korea for 3 months. It's now the end of January and I'll have been in Korea for 5 months on January 29. In between, I took a nice 1 week vacation over the (actual) New Year.
The original post is here:
http://waygook.org/index.php/topic,25211.0.htmlThis is an update on my situation:
Never in my life have I been so happy to be in a place- be it only for 1 week- than I was when I left Korea for that one week of vacation back to the United States. God it was so wonderful. God people were so warm! Right off the bat I smiled and felt my heart beat for the first time in a long time. I carried on academic conversations with strangers at the gate, I chatted about sports with randoms at the bar. I drank delicious beer (New Belgium), we nicely waited for others to get off the tramway before we got on, someone held the door to the bathroom for me. I seriously could have spent a week in the airport and had a perfectly glorious vacation right there after living a dog's life in Korea.
The vacation was so wonderful. So surreal. So right.
Then, never in my life have I been so indescribable kicked in the stomach as when I was by myself at the airport getting ready to return to Korea. After leaving my wonderful friends in a taxi cab outside, I walked into the terminal still smiling... until 15 seconds in... and BAM! It hit me. I started sweating. My heart sank. My eyes started burning and I realized that I was not going to feel the way I had just felt for a long time. A long ass time. In fact, all that laid in front of me was the reality of going back to Korea. I legitimately started to freak out. I didn't want to go back to this place. I could not believe that I was spending money to go to somewhere that I hated being. The place that I had just spent counting down the minutes, hours and days until I could finally escape for even just a short week. Somewhere that made me feel inhuman and that sucked my health from me. I would rather join the circus or commit a crime and spend a few months in prison that spend more months in the prison that is Korea, I thought.
Thinking purely of the financial shackles that bound me to returning, I forced myself to go numb and walk to my seat on the plane. It might as well have been a guillotine, but I couldn't push out the fact that I was low on money and had at least 1 easy paycheck waiting for me if I went back. 10 hours later I was back at Incheon. Alone. In Cartoonland.
That next week of returning to the hated routine was quite possibly the worst week of my life. Same old crap. Only before, by the time I had left, I had somewhat numbed myself to it and didn't mind as much. Now it was all new and noticeable again. Especially with such a recent positive experience to compare it to. Shoving to get somewhere first. Problems getting necessary school information because of the pointless ego-driven hierarchical channels all information must pass through. Getting stared down by glaring old Koreans who look at me, drunkenly growl something hateful to an equally drunk cohort and then regurgitate a wad of phlegm right in front of my toes as I walk through. Same rural ghost town... friends hours away by train. A normal life much further, even, than that.
What little hope I had of a vacation refreshing me and giving me the strength and motivation to continue through the second half of the year evaporated completely by the end of that week. I couldn't stay in this place. I didn't want to spend another waking moment here if I could help it.I decided I have to leave. Hell, I beat the 4 month average that most normal people stay before realizing how utterly terrible it is here. (An astounding fact in and of itself) Never again will I step foot in this black hole of misery. Never again will I waste my time trying to appreciate phony Korean "culture" that is really just under the guise of Confucianism that has been hijacked by the worst (and outdated) parts of American consumerism and tabloid magazines- reguardless of what all the appologists say about not "understanding" the "culture" here. The culture here is to be miserable. This miserable place where life is predetermined and swaths of kids want to commit suicide because they are so unhappy with the life society has imprisoned them to. This miserable place where homogeneity and conformity are bitterly guarded and diversity is struck down in the name "culture." I'm tired of it. I'm tired of listening to the apologists defend racism, cold treatment and all the ridiculous garbage that I have to deal with on a daily basis just to exist. I'm done pretending to care.
I'm doing a midnight run in 3 weeks and I can't freakin' wait to get the bloody hell out of here forever.
I can't wait to be healthy, to be happy again. If there's any silver lining to this experience it's showed me a life, a society and a people that I never, ever want to emulate or be a part of. It's provided me with a token, "If I can go through that hell I can do anything," example that I will be able to use for motivation for the rest of my life. I only hope it hasn't made me too close minded to travel in the future. At any rate, it's made me love and appreciate my country, my family, my friends and the wonderful life I will have as an educated, free and critical thinker. Even if I'm shoveling elephant crap out of a circus wagon while doing it. At least I will be able to smile and think for myself.
To all those who want to leave and are sacrificing their personal happiness to earn a bit of money, I hope this post lets you know you are not alone. Leave when you are ready and not a moment later. Don't let this place take any more from you than it already has! To all the apologists: Eat your heart out!