Moving into a Korean Apartment

I’ve been in Korea for nearly a month, but I’m just now moving into my apartment.  While I’m happy to have my own place, it was nice staying in a dorm that was close to TESOL class, and I didn’t have to worry about navigating the buses yet.

My apartment is cozy.  It’s the smallest apartment I’ve ever lived in, but it has everything I need, and despite the fact it’s winter, it stays warm thanks to Korean floor heating.  It’s never fun to come inside from the freezing cold into a chilly apartment.

The smallness of everything here is off-putting for many Americans, especially if you come from the wide open spaces of the midwest like me, but I also live downtown next to a park, tons of restaurants, and a giant mall.  If I lived downtown in any city in the world, I would get a smaller space.

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It has a little loft, which isn’t tall enough for me stand up in, but it will be good for storage since it’s mostly closets.

One of the biggest draws of working as an English co-teacher in a Korean public school is that the school provides an apartment.  In some countries, ESL teachers have to find an apartment on their own and who knows if their salary will be enough for rent.  While it’s great not having to search for an apartment in a foreign country or putting down a huge deposit, not getting to pick your own place is always a risk.

If you don’t like the neighborhood, the building, or the layout, you’re pretty much stuck.  The school’s not going to give you an unlimited budget to go find the apartment of your dreams.

But you also have people looking out for you if something goes wrong in the apartment like if the hot water isn’t working or the washing machine is broken.  I could try and talk to the building manager with my extremely limited Korean, but if you have a serious issue, you probably want to communicate with fluency.

I’m crossing my fingers that everything goes smoothly, but I think I’ll like downtown Cheonan.

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First Impressions

After waiting on all the paperwork from my college, government, and employer, I finally made it to South Korea on January 23.  Needless to say, I’ve been a little busy trying to figure out the neighborhood I’m living in and I’m just now starting to blog.  Dealing with jet lag, orientation, and a language barrier apparently gets in the way of creative juices.

incheon airport

Incheon airport was sleek and shiny as I expected.  Although I only saw one small corner of it, everything was clean and easy to navigate.  Apparently people have nice things to say about the airport and I would agree.

first meal in Korea

My first meal in the country was 5-star, or as 5-star as it could be for someone who hadn’t slept and didn’t want to drag her luggage into a crowded Incheon airport restaurant.  I don’t think the 7/11 patrons appreciated me taking a long time to decide on food while my giant purple suitcase was in their way.  I settled on sprite and a triangle kimbap.  Kim means seaweed and bap means rice.  Roll up some rice and tuna in a piece of seaweed and you have an 800 won meal of champions.

We were driven in a van to Cheonan, a city of 600,000 about 50 miles south of Seoul. I told myself “you have to stay awake, Korea is outside the window, look at it!”  But it was dark, and I hadn’t slept at all during the eleven hour flight, so I missed the scenery from the airport to Cheonan.

I swear I am better at taking pictures, but I was in a moving car and I was exhausted, hence the poor quality.  It says Cheonan.

I thought I would sleep for sixteen hours or some ridiculous length but no, I was up at 8 am, thank you jet lag!

I have not experienced anything jarring yet when it comes to cultural differences but I’ve only been here for two weeks.

Everything here seems smaller compared to American sizes.  The drinks are smaller, the napkins are tiny, and the streets are generally more narrow.  I need to pick up car parking skills from the Korean drivers, because I don’t see how they could maneuver a car anywhere on these roads.

There are more apartment blocks than houses, and they all appear to be the same color.  I have yet to see a street without a coffee shop, but they open at 11 am.  Wouldn’t it be more effective to drink coffee at 7 am?  I don’t drink coffee anyway, which might end up saving me, since it seems more expensive than American coffee.  I couldn’t tell you if the quality made up for the price.

Everybody has a smart phone.  No more of those old timey flip phones.  And they are typically samsung phones, who would have thought.

I am eating carbs all the time, hopefully all the walking I am doing will offset the copious amounts of rice, pasta, and bread.  Korean women eat the same stuff I do, but manage to keep thin legs.  It might be a challenge to find pants here.

I am liking the kimchi, but in small doses.  Maybe after a while I can eat kimchi soup with a side of kimchi like a true Korean.

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