it won't be long until morning comes

I woke up late again this morning. You snooze, you lose. what? I missed my bus + had to wait 25 minutes for the next one. sigh!

Today, on the bus, i remembered to eat the snack my aunt packed for me. The strawberries were sweet and satisfying. More snacks should be like that, which leads me to,

#3 Strawberries in korea are the best i ever had!

Anyway, for a few weeks now i've been making a 70 minute commute to work. Each way. That's about 3 hours of travel per day. Yikes. At least the time passes comfortably. The ride is monotonous, but also soothing and meditative, the utter lack of thinking unnecessary, no worry possible in this bus with its heated seats and quiet aisles. It is bliss.

Yet soon, i imagine, it will all become too boring to continue because continuing would be a sort of death and show a terrible lack of respect for my valuable time. So i'd like to move from Bundang, closer, within reach of my school, over the river, all that water, the bridge, all those miles away....to Ilsan, where i will live....alone?

No. No, i wouldn't. Not now. I live too far from my work but i am sure at this point that i should stay here, this is where i will be. More and more my uncle, aunt, their kids are truly becoming family. They constitute the only ties i still have to home and their presence is immeasurably comforting. My progress adjusting here is being followed and checked up on by family and friends abroad as well (this very blog is a testament to that!) and i'm grateful for all the extensions of support. Hopefully it is mutual!