8 Months In, A Fresh Beginning

Having taught and lived here in Busan, Korea for 8 months finally made me realize that whether I decide to stay or go back home next year, I'm going to forget a lot of my experiences this year. When I see other people's personal blogs and Youtube channels, I'm envious of how visible and accessible all their experiences and memories are through photos and videos. For myself, I want to be able to have a well organized platform for my memories in Korea from which I can relive my favourite days again.

Without further ado, let's talk about today.

It's currently 3:50 pm on a Wednesday, Nov.11th, 2015. Back home in Vancouver, I would be wearing a poppy pin in memory of soldiers who sacrificed their lives fighting for freedom in both great wars. Remembrance Day is a day of solemnity, lest we forget.

Here in Korea, it's Pocky Day. Or Pepero Day. Which makes sense, as the date today is 11/11.

So, I ate pepero today. Chocolate ones. Strawberry ones. Blueberry cheese ones.

But, somehow, in between classes as I'm googling the significance of Pepero Day in Korea, I feel unsatisfied somehow.

Perhaps it's because I'm looking at pictures of extremely-impressively-personally decorated pepero of all shapes and sizes made by girls for their friends and loved ones. Perhaps it's because I realize now it's pretty much the third most important holiday for couples (After Valentine's and/or White Day, and Christmas) in terms of cuteness, corniness, and consumerism. Perhaps it's because I have no romantic prospects in any shape or form.

My god, I don't know whether I want to be the girl who made it, or the guy who receives it.