I think I realized it was happening when just a few months into this gig I would get annoyed if the bus driver was NOT being a total maniac, zooming all over the road, and generally endangering the safety of all around and inside the bus. I mean, I have places to be! Mr. Bus Driver, when I got on this bus I expected you to drive like a crazy person so I could get to my appointment on time!
|My wonderful co-teachers! (except Mr. No on the Left, but his English is still fantastic)|
Or, on my brief trip home to Seattle, finding myself in American restaurants wishing there were chopsticks, no tips, water towels, and the "chogio! (help! I need a waiter please!)" buttons that make so much sense!
Or, preferring floor heating to the average heater in Seattle because having warm feet, and laying on a toasty warm floor surrounded by icy air is the best way to survive a frigid winter.
Maybe its when I crash into people on the street on accident and the relief I feel that in this culture it is acceptable to continue walking as if nothing has happened, often, in fact, to not even acknowledge the collision.
Also, I have found that I prefer sharing my meals with others as opposed to ordering my own plate and sticking to it.. How un-steak-and-potatoes-bred style American is that?
|At the train station|
Of course, Korea hasn't converted me to all its ways, but pretty darn close. With my return home just around the corner I am aware that I may have to tweak my style again, and I'm not sure I'll enjoy giving up some of my new cultural traits.