“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” – Bill Bryson
In Seoul, where everything is so drastically different from both my college town and hometown back in America, there are plenty of “normal daily activities” here that are not the norm back home. The most alarming thing is probably the night life here.
^(photo cr.: jamesvsworld.com)
During the day, the neighborhood I live in is rather quiet but at night, the neighborhood comes alive and becomes a very noisy nuisance (to me in particular). Everywhere else I’ve lived has always had a nonexistent night life but they were all suburban areas. For someone who relies heavily on silence (or a reasonable level of quiet) to sleep, the night life and the thin walls in Seoul are particularly annoying. It’s become such a burden on my sleep cycle that I cannot fall asleep at night but instead started to take naps during the day since it’s much quieter.
I am accustomed to the night life now. But what does that mean? I still can’t fall asleep at night until the partygoers go home (around 2 or 3 in the morning) but I have accepted it now. There’s no way I can force the people to go home early so I merely have to bear with it and perhaps, one day, adapt my sleeping so I can actually sleep through the noise.
Another thing that was very hard on me was the very small rooms. This may just end up sounding spoiled but I am used to having bigger rooms than my current room in the goshiwon. A goshiwon is known in Korea to be a very small, almost unlivable room, initially for students locking themselves away to study for exams. Now my room is in a goshiwon building but I choose to rent out the biggest room available (with a MUCH higher rent to boot). I have a slight case of claustrophobia and clearly I did not think about how living in a city with limited space would affect that. (Hint: It was not a good affect.) I had several panic attacks my first month or so here, feeling that suffocation from the small space and the city itself. Luckily, I am accustomed to the smaller living space now.
^(photo cr.: myhubs.org) This is not my room. It’s an example of how small and cramped these rooms are.
This probably isn’t really considered a “everyday thing” but one major part of living in the glorious city of Seoul is the fashion. In comparison to my home college town where everyone simply dressed comfortably, sometimes in slacks and hoodies, Seoul has style all over it. I am constantly feeling underdressed here and pressured to be more pretty. Nothing quite like being in the capital of plastic surgery. Everyone is gorgeous in stylish clothes and here’s me, not that.
^(photo cr.: pinterest) The cutest style here in my opinion. Comfortable and adorable.
My self-esteem took a hit but this is the effect of having the Hallyu culture centered in Seoul. I’m not unhappy with who I am or anything. (I think most everyone has had a long road (or is currently on a long road) to self-acceptance.) I’m not sure if I have gotten accustomed to this as much because it’s a constant comparison every time I step outside.