i've earned my life.

i'm not a tourist.  i'm really here.  i'm living every stereotype of korean life.

i ride the bus to work.  there's a school girl sitting next to me.  everything on the bus is in korean.  everything everywhere is in korean.  i went into a meeting and they spoke only korean.  i live in gangnam and i work in gwanghwamun.  there's four traders and one manager.  i work in an office of mostly women and the dress code is that corporate attire i haven't donned on a consistent basis since almost a decade ago.  and so i sit in discomfort.  i fidget.  i wiggle my feet.  i adjust my collar and i continually check the time.  in at 8.  home at 8.  korean food will make you lose weight.  soups are light and relatively oil free and one bowl of rice merely fills your stomach because 4 legged proteins are rationed in thin slices.  seafood is the choice of most and portion control is well maintained despite abundant banchan.  for a country boasted for its vanity it definitely has its fair share of reptilian skinned people.  blame the weather.   

im in an office of non smokers and non drinkers.  ironically, i may drink less here.  happy brothers. 

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