The culture of being an expat is... so unique. You are living in a different country where you are obviously an outsider so you gravitate toward others who are also outsiders and from those people the expat community is formed. However, sometimes the people within that community are not people that you would associate with if given more of a choice. The mental friction caused by knowing that you need to be around people, but that these people are not YOUR people is a constant source of stress. At least, that was my experience. I tend to keep my circle small - only around trusted friends can I let down my defenses and be 100% me - so keeping those defenses up and watching what I said at all times was another source of stress for me. God forbid I let something slip and then find out that I'd been the subject of gossip (again).
I have told J more than once that "normal" people don't leave their home country to go teach English. We all had some kind of screw loose (frankly I think everyone, regardless of geography, has a screw loose but that's a thought for another day). What I eventually came to realize was that in moving to Korea I had forfeited my greatest treasure - my support network. Yeah, we were able to talk some online and that did help, but I didn't have the opportunity to go out for margaritas or have movie nights or meet up for lazy weekends at the river. My family wasn't a (long) road trip away. I was completely out of my comfort zone, trying to make new friends, and finding that I was again an odd man out. For one, I am older than many of the teachers in Korea. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but it does make relating somewhat difficult. No wonder I latched on to someone who was near my age, raised in the rural Western US, and could keep up with my sarcasm (usually). Being from a rural setting instead of a city was another thing that set me apart - anyone who has spent any time in the US can tell you that city folk and country folk are 2 very different types of folks! Add to that my natural introversion, love of heavy metal, sarcastic nature (comes out more when I'm uncomfortable), and intolerance of foolishness and you can see why perhaps I didn't really vibe with most of the 20-somethings I worked with. I also have a low tolerance for drama, gossip, and general nastiness. Unfortunately, some people I knew there seemed to THRIVE on that. As one put it "I thrive on strife." Where I come from, we call those people drama queens (or kings). Trying to stay apart from, but still on good terms, with people was a challenge. It made my work environment rather stressful, and I can't say that I was totally successful anyway. I needed to be able to interact with people who weren't my co-workers, but trying to meet people during a pandemic and social distancing is difficult, as I'm sure you can imagine.
I also was afraid of perpetuating the "stupid American" stereotype. Therefore, I consciously made the effort to be respectful of Korean culture, even when I couldn't understand it. I think it's sad that plastic surgery is so common there because if you are a little more attractive, it's possible that you'll get the job over someone who has all of the same qualifications as you. I bowed to everyone who was my age or older, I trained myself to hand my debit card to the cashier with either both hands or with my left hand on my right arm as I gave the card over (a habit I'm consciously breaking myself of now, tho I did almost do it today in HEB), and I feel as though I treated everyone with respect. However, that was also stressful. I didn't know if something I did or said would come back to haunt me somehow. At a certain point, I just figured I'd do my best and let it be, but as Jess would say, I'm too nice and I still worried about how I came across (especially on bad days). With my Korean co-teachers, I did get to where I'd say things like "I'm not annoyed at you, I'm annoyed at the situation." Tho at one point I was entertaining the idea of making a voodoo doll of one of the kid's moms... not the kid, his MOM. Sigh.
Then there are the little daily interactions that you miss when you don't know the language of the country that you are in. Joking with the barista who makes your coffee, saying hello to the cashier at the grocery store, wishing someone a nice day, telling someone you like their outfit - all of these little things are not possible unless the other person understands you and not being able to have these little interactions amplifies the loneliness of living abroad. I never wanted to assume that the person behind the counter knew English, and I always felt like a bit of a jerk for not knowing more Korean. I think that's one reason why I enjoyed getting my hair cut so much. I went every 3 months into Seoul to see Jay, who spoke English, never had anyone else in his studio, so it was just us, and always made my hair look great. In the US I HATE making small talk when getting my hair done, but in Korea it was one of the few places that I could.
There's the big word - loneliness. How can I describe the great, crushing weight of loneliness? There were times when I could be surrounded by all my coworkers and feel totally alone. The best description I can think of comes from ancient Greece - Sisyphus and his stone - except the stone wasn't totally round, it changed size, and the hill became more or less steep depending on the day. However, it was always there, always being pushed along, and sometimes it rolled backwards and crushed me. The thing was, it wasn't unfamiliar loneliness. I've got friends and family scattered from one end of the US to the other, and often in Glen Rose I felt lonely for people. What made it different and crushing was the geography and time differences - I was literally half a world and a whole day away from my support network. I wasn't able to relate to the people in my geography and had no desire to open up to people who I didn't trust, so I was stuck. Maybe a better description would be Tantalus... my support network was THERE, but just out of reach (usually due to time zones and the need for sleep). When we were able to set something up it was wonderful, but couldn't last and was also a shade of what could have been if I were on the same continent. In Glen Rose I was able to come to San Antonio for the weekend or meet up with Ana in Arlington for food and venting. That wasn't possible anymore (though Ana and I did joke about meeting up in Hawaii). I will forever be grateful to my friends and family who reached out in any way that they could to remind me that I was loved and missed. It was so easy to get bogged down in daily misery... toward the end it was never-ending misery. Truly when I was coming home, I was terrified that something would go wrong and I'd somehow be stuck in Korea... I felt like I was slowly suffocating (though the kids were a breath of fresh air for me - some of them were so sweet and I did love them).
For all of this, I don't want you to think that the last year of my life in Korea was awful all the time. I did have fun taking my trips, having Wednesday date nights with J, and Tuesday night hang outs with S. The last couple of months I enjoyed my weekends with E and my hermit weekends. I was able to message and talk movies and TV shows with a Korean friend, M, whom I never actually met in real life. I had my weekly calls home scheduled and only rarely missed those. I enjoyed talking with my Korean co-workers and the kids. So there were times when the load was lightened a bit. As time goes by I'm sure I'll remember more of the good and less of the bad... and I now can choose who I'll keep in my life and who will fade away. That's the beauty of things ending and others beginning. People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime and sometimes you get to decide what it's going to be. :)
My dislike of being the subject of gossip seems to be something that I need to work on. I think it stems from growing up in a small town, and a small school. I found out so much about myself by learning what the other kids were saying (my fav is still that I was a pregnant lesbian... had a guy years later from another town tell me that he heard that one). I hate the feeling that I'm living in a fish bowl and my every move is being discussed, ridiculed, and broken down by people that I don't associate with AT ALL. In Korea it was finding out that a co-worker wanted to create a fake Bumble profile to see what I'd put on mine, knowing there was speculation as to the nature of S and I's relationship, and learning that people were complaining about my work behind my back. That last one really got me - if there is a problem, come to me and let me fix it, don't just complain about it behind my back... grrrr. I know that I can't stop anyone from participating in gossip, and I can't control if I'm the subject of their nastiness, but it made my work place toxic. That's what caused most of the trouble for me that last year in Korea - the toxicity that was perpetuated by some of my coworkers. I knew we wouldn't be super close friends sitting in a circle and singing "kumbaya" all the time, but I had expected more professionalism and less "Real Teachers of Korea." Ah well, such is life I suppose.
For those who are wondering, my favorite thing about Korea was not paying rent. I also achieved what I set out to do - I have overseas experience, I learned a LOT about myself, I healed from a lot of crap in my past, I made some really good friends, and I got to see life from a different angle. I'm incredibly grateful for the experience. I'm also incredibly happy to be back home, spending time with MY people, re-connecting with friends, and letting my defenses down. Jess and I have been totally silly - painting, buying berets because we're painting, going shopping, making beaded trees for a wedding, having all the food that I was craving, and tomorrow we're going to the zoo. Soon I'll head to GRose and Gbury to see more people and then I'm heading up to OK to see Todd and reflect on the fact I've known him for nearly 20 years. In fact, I'm coming up on many 20 year anniversaries... basically of everyone I met in college (sorry everyone, but it's just a fact). I'm still studying for the FSOT (the book Guns, Germs, and Steel is a good one, but I can only take it a chapter at a time... it's DRY), and I'll be able to sign up for it sometime in May. I'll be in WY for a week before I head to WA and then it looks like I'll be going to KS shortly after that, so WY friends, sorry, but it might be mid-May before I'm BACK back.
Jeremiah Red beer from BJ's Brewhouse. I love that place.
My lovely dates, friends, roomies, hosts, and all-around AMAZING humans.
My new hooded sweater - cozy and fits right.
The inspiration for my painting...
The painting... this is why I say I'm good at wine, not so good at the painting part. I do like my background... we have talked about either throwing it away and starting fresh or painting over the 'flower' and going for something TOTALLY different. Not sure what it's fate will be. Sorry Gpa, I'm a better artist with a camera. Hehe.
The beaded trees for the wedding.
FACE MASKS! Cuz who doesn't want to have glowing skin at a wedding? Not that I went... this was more a solidarity thing. My fingernails also match Jess's toes now.
Babysitting the cat while J&D were at the wedding.
How DARE you touch Her Majesty, Queen Fluffy of the Death Blades? She smote me... I shall carry the scratches until they finally heal, then will do it all over again. Me, learn my lesson? NEVER!
Anyway, life is good, looking forward to seeing more people and catching up. Hugs for all, and a big SMOOCH! :*