Why? Why not.

A lot of people keep asking me why I decided to make the move across the globe to South Korea. Allow me to delight you with a few sample questions...

1) South Korea? Isn't that next to.....North Korea?

2) I heard that they are cruel to their women there and they're not even allowed to drive!

3) I heard they eat dog. Like Lassie...on a kabob.

4) You'll probably get ransacked and thrown into a windowless van and sold into sex slavery.

Ok, so that last one was more of a statement, but none the less, lets just say I got loads of support when I made the decision (sarcasm, if you couldn't pick it up). It was actually questions like those above that made my choice all too clear. So let me clear up a few things.

1) Why yes, yes it is. That geography class really paid off.
2) Sadly, they ARE allowed to drive. Just like the men! And to answer a sub-question, they really are awful drivers.
3) Yes, God help us all, you can go into a few back street restaurants and order up some dog. If this is really so shocking to you, I suggest you steer clear of National Geographic entirely.
4) I believe I've seen a hooker or two, but alas, it looks like I don't make the cut, as I have yet to see the cab of a windowless van.

When I talk to my friends back home, or do my fair share of facebook perusing, I can't help but feel more and more like a five year old. I'm sure there are fancy ways of saying it, but when it comes down to the raw dough of it, I am running sprinting away from work Christmas parties and business casual Fridays. I am not a worker bee, simply put.

I came to Korea to get lost, to try food I've only seen crawling around on Planet Earth, and do my best to prove my point: that everything I know isn't worth knowing. This country is amazing and beautiful for all the reasons they don't tell you. Yes, it is busy, crowded, and smells like a fish tank, but I would have it no other way. 100lbs of baggage is all I was allowed and it took me months of weeding out and tight rolling to get here. Armed with too many pairs or pants and a lack of mac and cheese (where art thou kraft dinner?) , I'm ready for the ride.