i've been in korea for nearly 6 months. and this past sunday was the first time that i really felt like i was part of the church family that our school is connected to. i don't know why exactly (well, because of the language barrier and because of the fact that being at church feels like being at the job i hate...since job and church is in the same building is part of it) but, it's like, though individuals were kind to me, i just felt like the foreign teachers were seen as just that, foreigners. separate. isolated.
but this sunday, the teachers were invited to a cookout at our new neighbors house. (our new apartments are directly beside two of our church members' houses). the cookout was delightful, complete with wonderful food from Costco. Yes, they have Costco here (in Seoul) though i've yet to go. but yes, it seems to be the exact food that they have in american Costcos. Muffins, apple pie, potato chips. Fun times.
And yes, i really felt like "one of the family". I really felt like i was with some bilingual friends, beckoning in the start of warm days. i really felt like i maybe, sort of, almost belonged.
Almost.
1 comment:
Silly Laura - of course you only almost belonged - you need to dye your hair jet black like your Korean friends and then you'll just be one of the gang! My mother is here with me and has enjoyed reading your blog. She is happy that you are feeling "part of the group". We are both amazed at how many photos of food you have. Yummy.
P.S. My mother experienced an armed robbery at her bank and then the dude came back three weeks later and attempted another stunt. It didn't work. My mother sends her love and warmest wishes.
Regards,
Brent
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