I landed safe and sound. A taxi driver was waiting at the airport with my name on a sign. He knew a few English words, but not much. We drove to my apartment. The only problem was that neither of us had ever been to my apartment before, so from about 5 - 6 AM, I was hanging out on the corner, while the cab driver walked around, searching for my apartment. I shared the corner with a machine called "W Push Push", which was a coin-operated claw machine with some stuffed animal prizes. Some teenagers came and won an animal.
By the time I got in my apartment, I was ready to collapse. I ate an apple, made my bed, and fell asleep for some amount of time. The guy who hired me, Jason, came by this morning. He introduced me to his Korean wife Jinna, and his son Joshua, and we all went out to their favorite Korean restruant. I was dehydrated and half-starved, and the food was so good.
Jason and I went shopping for house supplies, and then he went back home. I wandered over to an internet cafe next door, which is where I am now. Korea is a pretty neat place so far. Everyone is Korean. Most signs include an English translation.
I don't realize that this is my home yet, but I'm sure I'll freak out whenever that happens.
Keep up the blogs...I love them.
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