It’s no wonder I am starting to think of Korea as home:
I miss rice if I go a couple of days without it.
I know how to marinate bulgogi.
I know what bulgogi is.
I started to walk to work… in heels.
I think it’s normal to stand shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, leg to leg, with a perfect stranger.
I just might cry if I ever meet a K-Pop star, or any Korean star for that matter.
I bumped into someone, well almost shouldered them to the ground, during a subway transfer the other week… AND I DIDN’T SAY SORRY. WHY???? (I still feel bad about it.)
I am learning Tae Kwon Do. Enough said.
I think it’s weird when I hear people I don’t know on the subway speak in English. Like, really weird.
I know how to read Hangul.
I know what Hangul is.
I think it’s normal to see a guy holding his girlfriend’s purse.
I think it’s normal to see a straight man getting his nails done, wearing leggings, scarfs, and acting as feminine as his girlfriend.
I have started using chopsticks at home, even though I have forks available.
I think USD looks more like monopoly money now and won looks like the real deal.
Korea hasn’t got me all the way… yet.
I stopped walking to school in heels.
I will never have a place for kimchi in my heart.
I miss sandwiches.
Spitting on the street, STOP IT. (I saw a man spit in a store today. Delightful.)
I always say excuse me in the subway, except that ONE TIME.
I like to give real compliments, not ‘uncompliments’ or little jabs disguised as compliments.
Korean commercials? Hate them, good thing I don’t watch t.v.
I never thought I would say this, but I miss driving my car. Especially on the open road.
I feel like men and woman should be distinguishable in a relationship. Maybe that’s just me.
Given the choice between a squatter and a sitter in a public restroom, I go for the sitter, every time.